Paris Lyrics

Album: The Devil Made Me Do It

Warning

Verse 1: 

Now what would you do if I blast 

All up in your shit mother fuck the whole staff 

Niggas non flow nine millimeter ?shit than slug? 

I'm seeing bloody bodies on the motherfucking rug 

6 O'clock be the time if it's on let it be 

You see it in my eyes ?riding boo hella deep sea? 

But you ain't gone do me like you did the lenchmob 

I'm decorated in this game I played too motherfucking long 

Now I ain't gotta name nobody name 

All I'm knowing is the whole fucking roster is complaining 

Talking 'bout these white boys trying to do promotions 

And white bitches trying to get fuck by these soldiers 

Fucking wit that slang like you down but now hold on 

Seen that ass enough to get your devil ass stoled on 

Fucking wit the wrong nigga, playing wit my cash 

I'm known for putting devils on they motherfucking back 

Blast through the front door, what the fuck, I'm 'posed to talk 

Fuck court, I'll be a dead nigga 'fore you walk 

Blaow, now the nine had no motherfuckng mercy 

So who the sexy nigga, bitch, record label murder 

Chorus: (girl sings in background) 

Now we feel free to start some shit 

Motherfucker shoulda quit 

Out for each and every dime, seem like every time 

I turn around, some jacky motherfucker trying to take what's mine 

Got the whole fucking clique 

Now we fit to start some shit 

Got these niggas out the zoo for the job 

Bow down or motherfucker you can die when we start robbing 

Verse 2: 

So many times I've seen these niggas fucked up out they chips 

'Cause they didn't know the game, only making 10 percent 

Dealing wit these fucking jews, now you losing everytime 

How many platinum niggas standing in the county line 

Make you want to get your brick and snatch his ass up out the car 

Baby renegotiate, fucking wit them scars 

Now you asking who I'm talking 'bout, homie you could pick 

This whole industry got niggas' shit on whitey dick 

And now, since I'm a soldier known to speak my fucking mind 

I'ma put you up on game everytime I start to rhyme 

Fuck that devil, get your own man, learn about some shit 

Or be another broke nigga telling what he did 

And now I think you know that I really gives a fuck 

???? 'cause I'm God that the devil try his luck 

Last man standing up for the truth, say you heard it 

These players getting played homie, record label murder 

Chorus