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PARIS
Hip-Hop/Rap
PARIS was released on January 1, 2025 by Solo World Music Group / Trained To Kill / Afta Tha Money Records as a part of the album PAINT ME A VILLAIN
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2025
LabelSolo World Music Group / Trained To Kill / Afta Tha Money Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Solo DJ
Solo DJ
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donye' Johnson
Donye' Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Solo DJ
Solo DJ
Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, we sliding on a block, the ain't goin' to do nothin'
Men, where the hell the offset a steady outside buddy, they ain't
I know that he **** pussy love why they keep on trying
He keep on trying me, I might send him to you
I might send him to you
Why you **** keep on trying me, I never know
I might send this after Paris, the night long
I might send this after hell, I don't even know the law
And my brother call my phone like, bro, I really got that drop
I told big bro, I'm on the way to come and pick you up, we finna spend
He said he really like that, why the hell you calling the police?
You say that you game, but I never ever knew you
Never ever seen you, how you say it's big, no
Every time I go outside, you know I got it on me
Glocky never catchin' nothin', so I know it blowin'
Got a problem with me, I'ma call my evil twin, oh
They don't know that I'm really a demon, why they keep on playin'?
Cuz I got that Glocky with the switch, yeah, he gon' let it blow
All these **** lame as hell, I don't wanna rock with them
Bro, they really peel at that, you can't even get a damn bottom
Turn your phone off when we slide at night
Tell your girl you love her before you leave the house
I know that I'm heaven sent, but I'm really a demon
If twice how you don't move, then you better not move
Cuz if you move, you gon' blow it up
If you love your mama, then you better tell your lover
I got anger issues, doug, I don't want nobody bothering me
Build up anger inside of me, I'ma let it out on him
Twitter said he want a kill, so I'ma let him kill
Uh, brand new button in the car, we finna slide nine-nine
That bitch keep talking on the net, well, he gon' die tonight
They say you never get a kill, so I'ma get you right
Yeah, we hoppin' out the car, we get on feet, and we run down with the blicky
Let's pray the God before you get in, cause you finna gonna make it
Told my bro, you get that break soon as you handle your business
He went sly and that's it, now they ain't leave out a witness
Out the window screamin', he be carry bitchin' the killers
I'm the one that pay for bonds, so why they sayin' they real it?
I been fuckin' on the hobby, where the haters are healin'?
We hit they block, we keep on shootin' like we makin' a thriller
We been screamin' two verses and we like fuckin' with us
They keep cappin' like they lurkin', but they still ain't come get us
I can't lie like they ain't shootin', but them **** ain't hit us
That's why I ain't fuckin' with them groupies, they be swearin' they kill us
Yeah, we slidin' on they block, they ain't gon' do nothin'
Man, where the hell the opps at?
They stay the outside, but they ain't
I know that these **** pussy love
Why they keep on tryin'?
He keep on tryin' me
I might send him to you
I might send him to you
Why these **** keep on tryin'?
Man, I never know
I might send this ass to Paris the night long
I might send this ass to hell, I don't even know, Lord
Send him to you
I might send his ass to Paris all night long
I might send it just to hell I don't even know law
Written by: Donye' Johnson
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