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white hoes in paris - 808dash! lyrics

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[intro]
808!
no, yeah, yeah
*mumbles*
i met some whites in paris, they told me they mad at they parents, they wanna get even
im with some b*tches in paris, they told me they mad at they n*ggas, cuz they always cheatin’
side hoe
*mumbles*
aawh

[chorus]
i know, fine hoes go where i go
when i write a check they gotta check if its a typo
i was out in paris with a couple different white hoes
(brand new rolex, whole new time zone)
side note, couple n*ggas f*ckin’ with my side hoe
really i ain’t trippin, get more p*ssy than a gyno
she gon’ let me hit it on the motherf*ckin’ iphone
f*ckin’ off the pills, with a motherf*ckin’ rhino
i know, i can have you chillin’ with the dinos
i just caught a body, check the opposition bio’s
lotta n*ggas dyin, ain’t a n*gga dead that i know
(get him out the streets) (go to church) read a bible
i know (ima need a case) go to trial
[?] go to trial [?] call me michael
i can f*ck your shorty, i don’t really wanna try though
i can bend her over, got her hittin’ f*ckin’ high notes
[verse]
(aaah) thats a high note
sounded off a little, ima keep it cuz im high though
really i can hit it if i try, hoe
(he can’t really sing) what the f*ck i gotta lie for?
i know, really i could hit it with my eyes closed
‘member i was broke, not a dollar, lotta high hopes
ain’t it kinda funny that i really had my eyes closed?
[?]
side note, i would never fight another fine hoe
brand new glock, new chop, go where i go
rifle, you ain’t gettin’ up whenever i blow
1 shot, 3 opps, when i pop, chris kyle
wild, i don’t really smoke black and milds
still smoke a n*gga like a f*ckin’ black and mild
psycho, lately i been really goin’ psycho
(make me really wonder, where the f*ck did our time go?)

[bridge]
i met some whites in paris, they told me they mad at they parents, they wanna get even
im with some b*tches in paris, they told me they mad at they n*ggas, cuz they keep on cheatin’
i got a secret to share, i cannot tell it or share it if you gon’ repeat it
i f*cked on all of them there, now they parents is prolly my favorite people

[chorus]
i know, fine hoes go where i go
when i write a check they gotta check if its a typo
i was out in paris with a couple different white hoes
(brand new rolex, whole new time zone)
side note, couple n*ggas f*ckin’ with my side hoe
really i ain’t trippin, get more p*ssy than a gyno
she gon’ let me hit it on the motherf*ckin’ iphone
f*ckin’ off the pills, with a motherf*ckin’ rhino
i know, i can have you chillin’ with the dinos
i just caught a body, check the opposition bio’s
lotta n*ggas dyin, ain’t a n*gga dead that i know
(get him out the streets) (go to church) read a bible
i know (ima need a case) go to trial
[?] go to trial [?] call me michael
i can f*ck your shorty, i don’t really wanna try though
i can bend her over, got her hittin’ f*ckin’ high notes

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