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Paris C Lyes
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Lyrics
They want me to give
Look em dead in they face
And told they ass good luck
I pull up with my hood up
I pull up in yo hood
And I'm throwing my hood up
Bitch I got the hook up
Got a foot on they neck
And still my other foot up
As soon I look up
Niggas stay talking down
But them niggas be put up
This shit is amazing
How you claim that you real
But you really be faking
Yeah I'm losing my patience
Speaking down up on Tavis
And you'll be a patient
You'll think its the Matrix
The way we slide down yo block
With them Glocks like its Nathan
You'll think that I'm racist
Cause I stay with white bitches
And all them Ben Franklins
Yo homie a pussy
Cause he was in P.C
As soon as they booked me
Yeah they tried to cook me
Tried to get me to crumble
But I'm a tough cookie
You know ima dog
Just ask ya broad
I promise I'm not wolfing
You know ima dog just ask ya broad
I promise I am not wolfing
Still riding round with a hunnit tucked
Nigga run up on this truck
Get a tummy tuck
Niggas aint finna touch none of us
Nigga gone die if try to touch one of us
We jump a nigga like double-dutch
All of this paper on me I be cutting up
These niggas really ain't dumb enough
Ready for war pussy boy get ya money up
You don't want me in yo bushes
Get out of line and this shit it'll crocked
Niggas they really be pussy
Push his back
Now his shit it'll get mushy
Bitch ima killa so push me
Fill his ass up when I empty this fully
They can't over look me
Stood over his body
So know that he understood me
My mind is still stuck in another zone
All of these lawyers fees
But lil for coming home
I pull up put a duce in yo brother dome
Then I po' up put a Duce in the styrofoam
I don't gang bang but I'm not alone
Bitch I'm surrounded but B's like a honeycomb
I don't gang bang but I'm not alone
But I'm surrounded by B's like a honeycomb
But really tho fuck all this rap shit
I was just in a cell without no mattress
The way that that money do backflips
You'll think I could teach acrobatics
I travel the word with your girl
I make that bitch swirl
Till' it spend off the axis
I know what she want
And we haven't spoke
She think I'm telepathic
But actually if you ask me Ashley
Just said I look ashy
But actually since I'm cashing
Ashley just wanna get nasty
Now Ashley wanna smash me, pass me
Smoke me then ash me
Now actually since I'm happy
Ashley say she want the mad me
Writer(s): Paris Lyes
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