- Justin Rarri Paris 歌詞
- Justin Rarri
- Baby Im trappin, so just leave me lone,
I aint gon say how I feel today
I been ridin doley with my brothers,
These *****s aint cut enough, I had to get away
**** all these broke *****s,
I aint never really ****ed with yall *****s
Only worried bout the bands and my ** ***s,
She dont like it when Im out with my *****s
*****, Im a real life savage,
**** a **** * hoe, took her out to Paris
And that ***** know Im bout it,
I get two-hunnid-fifty in a mansion
On the gang I swear we wildin,
Tool-er in the back, dont try no edgy shit
Told my whole team that I got em,
**** on a hoe while I count these commas
Im runnin it up, countin up Obamas
Got it all by myself, you aint believe,
We was sellin leafs, with these hoes on me
***** set up with the gang, know they rock with me,
Big killers and them Os with me
Twenty-five just for the gold on three,
Cant no ***** walk, like he known with me
No number, just the gold on three (Ugh)
Got on my ass and ***** put Louis on my dawg
Broke *****s talk down on my name,
Just like these hoggers, Ion trust em
I got a message for all you fake *****s,
That have never seen me come from nothing
Whole lotta hoes they mad at me,
cause after I **** I swear Ima dub her
Told that ***** I can fly her to Asia,
How you blowin my phone when you hate me?
Only **** with me cause I got paper,
They talking on me like they know Ima take it
Got rubies and ritz, tomorrow we baking it,
And that ***** try finding converstations, I hate it
That *****, we got them bands by our lone, lone,
Why they talkin to me? Ion know yall
Baby Im trappin, so just leave me lone,
I aint gon say how I feel today
I been ridin doley with my brothers,
These *****s aint cut enough, I had to get away
**** all these broke *****s,
I aint never really ****ed with yall *****s
Only worried bout the bands and my *****s,
She dont like it when Im out with my ** ***s
*****, Im a real life savage,
**** a ***** hoe, took her out to Paris
And that ***** know Im bout it,
I get two-hunnid-fifty in a mansion
On the gang I swear we wildin,
Tool-er in the back, dont try no edgy shit
Told my whole team that I got em,
**** on a hoe while I count these commas
Im runnin it up, countin up Obamas
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