PARIS
Title | PARIS |
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Artist | Shane Eagle |
Album | Dark Moon Flower |
Release Date | 2019-10-11 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro: Shane Eagle] I flew my mama to.. (I flew my mama to..) [Hook: Shane Eagle] I flew my mama to Paris, she used to stay on the street I bought myself a new chain, it cost like 40 a piece I haven't been home in a while, so I spent a crib on my teeth Got money trees in the bag, I'm just gon' sow what I reap, huh huh [Verse 1: Shane Eagle] Nothing is real and none of these niggas is realer than me Nikki just called me, told me "Fuck all these niggas, just be who you destined to be" I got the city on thousand degrees, elevate elevate, dizzy got speed This is that level these rappers can't reach This is that practice shit that you preach Tell me some shit that I don't know, bitch I like just like a photo Came in the game on my own bro, now that I'm on we all on I know that God got my back, I talk to God all the time I ain't got no plan B, I put this all on the line Look at the traction (Traction) Look at what happened (Bitch) Heard that these niggas don't sell any tickets, so how they went platinum? Yeah I am the GOAT on the low I keep the guns on the floor I used to sleep all on the floor, now I hear the round of applause So I flew myself out to Paris, now I be running the streets I send some bread to these niggas, now they be actin' like leeches Niggas be buggin' for features, but I'm like way out of reach You don't hear the round of applause, my nigga just take you a seat [Verse 2: Nasty C] Me and these rappers ain't really friends, I don't be taking their calls I make 'em talk to the middle man, he won't pass me their message at all You know I got love for my real fans but I'm cursing them off of my yard I can't be signing no autographs, I got too much kush in my garage I don't want no attention from my neighbours, I don't wanna make friends with a cop You get your nose wiped in a second, you call out my fuckin' name in the dark Washing my pinky ring in Ciroc Bitch you can't hold my hand, hold the cock Kickin' it at the top, gettin' top Me and the gang, party on the charts I am a pussy man, you are a pussy nigga I told the hoe "I am not a fisherman" I say that cause the pussy stinkin' Made a M on my vocab, I got rich with my dictionary Put them diamonds on twelve teeth, I require a different fairy I despise a snitch nigga I'ma tell Tom to kill Jerry Pourin' up for the dead homies, do a show at the cemetary Let 'em diss me, I'll never hear it He a bitch, he ain't never scared Call him out for the commentary Fuck his mom if it's necessary Do him dirty, no sanitary, Tall Racks [Hook: Shane Eagle] I flew my mama to Paris, she used to stay on the street I bought myself a new chain, it cost like 40 a piece I haven't been home in a while, so I spent a crib on my teeth Got money trees in the bag, I'm just gon' sow what I reap, huh huh You might also like[Outro: Shane Eagle] Sit the fuck down nigga You don't hear the round of applause, my nigga just take you a seat I heard that new shit and it's weak You niggas sound just like my niece (Yeah, you niggas sound just like my niece) Look, fuck your feelings, this is how I'm feeling World winding, niggas didn't see the vision They pretended and now it's too late Sickness sent around the globe, it's a tide I watched these niggas switch sides And then I watched 'em switch deals They couldn't do it by themselves, Askin me how I feel (Bitch) |