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lirik lagu 1017alyx9sm – paris michael

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[chorus]
paris michael if you asking, got alyx all on my jacket, aye
who the f*ck you talking to, don’t let me catch you lacking, aye
baby in chanel, ran my card up like a race
n*gga please f*ck out my face, i said please f*ck out my face

[verse 1]
i been moving, flipping, f*cking working since i was a youngin
i was sleeping on the floor, cause i knew this sh*t was coming
promise teslas to my cousins, park that b*tch right in the hunnids’
they like “whoo, how the f*ck, do this n*gga think he run it” (yah)
bad at math but i can count this money
or i’ll have your girl count this for me
i done heard yo man got jokes
calm down, b*tch ain’t sh*t funny
pink tags on all my pants
pink nails on both my hands
white pearls, my sh*t don’t dance
matter fact, quick flip this for me
oh sh*t
all black, a l, y x
throwbacks, pyrex
got 23’s on my back
a nuisance
outcast
rih rih on my eyelash
rockstar my typecast
we know your girlfriend like that
[chorus]
paris michael if you asking, got alyx all on my jacket, aye
who the f*ck you talking to, don’t let me catch you lacking, aye
baby in chanel, ran my card up like a race
n*gga please f*ck out my face, i said please f*ck out my face
if i make another band, ‘nother stack i’m out the way
push a ‘bach without a roof, with a girl without a waist
if you got some sh*t to say, you can keep that in your sp*ce
n*gga please f*ck out my face, i said please f*ck out my face

[bridge]
don’t put your feet on this ground, and f*ck up out my sp*ce
peep my necklace how that sh*t drown, my collarbone a lake
and we run this sh*t like chris brown, or yeezy up in this town
or
f*ck, godd*mn
aye jay how that sh*t sound?

[verse 2]
my new sh*t feel like 8 rounds, my wallet weigh like 8 pounds
my girl like lisa bonet, new whip start like it hate sound
my telly hit like noname, no cap like i hate nouns
and felly with the propane, i swear his whole estate loud
i don’t mean to brag but man i just got all my money up
heard you f*cking talking sh*t but never really running up
know you see them hands hoe and choppas make you dance
foe nem slide in look like rambo, so stop with all the cutting up
keep sh*t in my pockets, i never wanna go broke
and my baby got my wallet, bought everything in the store
give a f*ck bout being modest, i dropped up out of college
and doubled all my profits
b*tch see me in my office!
[chorus]
paris michael if you asking, got alyx all on my jacket, aye
who the f*ck you talking to, don’t let me catch you lacking, aye
baby in chanel, ran my card up like a race
n*gga please f*ck out my face, i said please f*ck out my face
if i make another band, ‘nother stack i’m out the way
push a ‘bach without a roof, with a girl without a waist
if you got some sh*t to say, you can keep that in your sp*ce
n*gga please f*ck out my face, i said please f*ck out my face