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Parisian Summers Shopping champs de ellese That's Shan duh lease aye Then catch a flight back to LA In the city where it never rains Yet she stay wet and I like that Titties so fat suck em from the back Yeah they try shit never react I just... lean back relax smoke a pack with the homie Ju never confuse What I came to do ain't come to shoot Aint come to duke it out UNC So pardon me if a nigga rude Merci bo coup But I ain't Got mercy for you Then I Lane switch Give her dick gripping on her hips And proceed to dip Like some queso Tell em add cheese to the payroll if I say so And I tell her I'll prolly fuck you when I'm famous I'll prolly fuck you when I make it And there's No reason to explain it Just take a breath and smell the fragrance Moms pulling shifts seeing patients So if by chance that I ever make it I cop a Rollie for her patience And I cop Rollie's for her patients Know she tired of waiting I hit it from the side something like a thorn (Holdup) I hit from the side something like a thorn Then woke up and forget her like I'm jason bourne Italian coupe with the devil's horns Yellow Gold chain same color corn Dead presidents that I never mourn And a body count like I star in porn Okay now that's a cap But can't you let a broke nigga rap Back to the scheduled program Carte Blanche when I'm out in France with the Greek Connection Mavrileon if you're interested Out in Ireland I got affiliations O Gara at the table business conversations Dibagio Italian innovations Pick 6 Hoe's that's an interception
Writer(s): Mallom Liggon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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