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holy spinal fluid - paris texas lyrics

[verse 1]
wasn’t showin’ love to my face
now she tryna’ hug on my waist
i was seeing dubs, vision great
20, 20, 20, 20
i can spot a fake 50 yards away
big protein, but i be out the whey
running to the safe like it was a plate
f*ck a larry page, hit it, ah ah*
okay, now i’m speaking proper
i can make the somber, feel like it’s the summer
catch me over yonder
looking for the top, where is the topper?
where the competition?, in a six*foot slumber
wit’ a pillow on a cover, all from bein’ stubborn
got me some direction, where is thе compass?
i’m a real big stepper, thеy some lil toe stubbers
how they sound like us? it’s a talent show cover
imma’ make them all suffer, imma’ a1 stunner
my b*tch ass make em’ sad, that’s a real big bummer
she like backshots, from me, but with you she a fronter
ben frank prostates, i’m a thumber, i’m a thumber
n*ggas washed, they get rinsed, then repeat, lil’ b*tch
not a brick when i speak, it’s a key lil’ b*tch
on her knees [?] greek, be discrete lil’ b*tch
put some candles on his back and make a tea lil’ b*tch, imma*
[chorus]
ante up, b*tch i put the ante up (huh)
ante up, b*tch i put the ante up (huh)
ante up, b*tch i put the ante up (hmm)
ante up, b*tch i put the ante up
n*ggas scared when the town come back around
talking all that bullsh*t, need to simmer down
keep it a thou’, keep this sh*t a whole millennia
if you ain’t moving like us, need to shut it up

[verse 2]
b*tch yellow, that’s my super saiyan 2 b*tch
put rookie in my phone, that’s my new b*tch
she f*cking on the goat, b*st**lity
took a tab, now i got a new reality
tryna’ go against me?
mink, mink, mink, mink, mink, mink, mink, mink
it’s fatality
n*ggas wanna ride d*ck, cannot saddle me
tryna’ ride the wave, mm, cannot paddle me
going dumb in this b*tch, need a dunce cap (dumb)
used to say i was him, it was once cap (liar)
fake it ’til you make it yeah, how the sayin’ go?
yellin’ on stage yeah, young samuel
ai in this b*tch it’s ghost in the sh*ll
nicotine in my breath, do not mind the smell
paris texas really there, we sippin’ [?]

already eatin’ melon, mm, off the melanated
gettin’ hot might need fps now
ex*b*tch transitioned,
d*ck so good, now she wanna be like me
all this money and i still wanna d*i*e
real emo in this b*tch, might d*y*e
vertical with the cut, i might be like ian
don’t know what i do, find some genies
[chorus]
ante up, b*tch i put the ante up (huh)
ante up, b*tch i put the ante up (huh)
ante up, b*tch i put the ante up (hmm)
ante up, b*tch i put the ante up
n*ggas scared when the town come back around
talking all that bullsh*t, need to simmer down
keep it a thou’, keep this sh*t a whole millennia
if you ain’t moving like us, need to shut it up
ante up, b*tch i put the ante up (huh)
ante up, b*tch i put the ante up (huh)
ante up, b*tch i put the ante up (hmm)
ante up, b*tch i put the ante up
n*ggas scared when the town come back around
talking all that bullsh*t, need to simmer down
keep it a thou’, keep this sh*t a whole millennia
if you ain’t moving like us, need to shut it up

- paris texas lyrics

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