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paris - brxckin lyrics

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[intro]
paris, b*tch
yeah
okay

[chorus]
i’ma always get it back
shawty exotic, she dance for the racks
bktherula, i get bk stacks
n*gga be lame, yeah, i’m already knowing
i get some hitech, you know i’ma pour it
audemar wrist, the sh*t got me frozen
f*cking your ho, you out getting her roses
okay b*tch, what else
p*ssy musty got a smell
boy, your dumbass face
hit a n*gga with the k (oh yeah)
mentally, you can’t escape
out her life, boy, i erase
spider*man, yeah, i amaze
put a n*gga in his place

[verse]
plaqueboymax, it’s a phase
she hate n*ggas, yeah, she’s racist
she said i had to embrace it
bl*wj*bs hurt, she got braces
okay, told her bring a friend
this my story, wrote the end
playboi carti, n*ggas trim, yeah
n*gga know i’m locking in
hold up, lightskin b*tch, yeah, she going
f*ck n*gga know that we getting them hoes in
f*cking this ho, all night and all morning
she got good p*ssy, but this ho is boring
put her to sleep, yeah, i got this ho snoring
that ho was ratchet, my new one is classy
n*gga look african, his name is bassey
i was not homeless, i’m not in the trenches
take that boy out the game, he on the benches
fine sh*t named mila, you know i’m trying cuff that
fat n*gga hungry, he got him a big mac
these n*ggas broke like they got hit with state tax
ar one*five, you know i’m gon’ spray that
she l!cking cum, i told her to taste that
woke up, i’m gone, she’s asking where bae at
that’s how i can clear my tracks
all her n*ggas, i’m the best, yeah
roblox, dress to impress
tiger woods, how he wrecks
yeah, i gave that b*tch a hickey
how many racks, maybe fifty (uh*huh)
not gay, but he my twizzy
white b*tch, her name tiffany
[chorus]
i’ma always get it back
shawty exotic, she dance for the racks
bktherula, i get bk stacks
n*gga be lame, yeah, i’m already knowing
i get some hitech, you know i’ma pour it
audemar wrist, the sh*t got me frozen
f*cking your ho, you out getting her roses
okay b*tch, what else
p*ssy musty got a smell
boy, your dumbass face
hit a n*gga with the k (oh yeah)
mentally, you can’t escape
out her life, boy, i erase
spider*man, yeah, i amaze
put a n*gga in his place

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