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Gunna - Paris Lyrics

[Intro]
(-Makers)
(Run that back, Turbo)

[Chorus]
Prepared for the spring, I’m ahead of the game
She bad, say my name, give me head in the Range
My crib like my car, and they all hide the main
I pissed on the law (Pissed), left a R. Kelly stain (Stain)
Got M's on my arm, it ain’t hard to maintain
A cris' at the party, a whole lot done changed
My wrist, baguette flawless, the heart on my head
The racks come with knowledge to pride for this made

[Verse 1]
Cash all I need, faster like speed
Don’t want nothin' for free (Nah)
Judge settled my case, I paid all of my fees
Pump and made, shoot my shot at my hands and knees (My shot)
So much hate, man I think it’s a disease (Disease)
Ain’t the referee (Nah), i'm the star player in the league (Star)
At the top (Top), all my windows over the trees (Trees)
New Off-White (White), fashion weekend in Paris (Paris)
My album done, that’s two more million guaranteed
Was on the run, but now King Slime back on the streets (King Slime)
Drip-a-thon, designer Spider on my jeans (Yeah)
We countin' up funds, make a dirty bitch come clean (Come clean)
[Chorus]
Prepared for the spring, I’m ahead of the game
She bad, say my name, give me head in the Range
My crib like my car, and they all hide the main
I pissed on the law (Pissed), left a R. Kelly stain (Stain)
Got M's on my arm, it ain’t hard to maintain
A cris' at the party, a whole lot done changed
My wrist, baguette flawless, the heart on my head
The racks come with knowledge [?] for this [?]

[Verse 2]
You broke, need to stop it, ain’t nothin' in yo' pocket
My bitch is a goddess, she ain’t fuckin' anybody
A few new Gucci garments, I got 'em in her sizes
Can’t stop workin' hard, now we walk ‘round like Verizon
Watch 'em when you spinnin' 'cause some niggas is despisin'
I'ma rich nigga, all my boxers is Versace
Took off quick, now Young Gunna hotter than a Taki
I’m still geeked up, I fucked around and took a Roxi
Turn it up, had to put rose golds on my Mazi' (Mazi')
Don't you know you ain’t my main hoe, you my side piece
Count that dough, run the check up in my Nikes
Probably known, then accustom to my spices

[Chorus]
Prepared for the spring, I’m ahead of the game
She bad, say my name, give me head in the Range
My crib like my car, and they all hide the main
I pissed on the law (Pissed), left a R. Kelly stain (Stain)
Got M's on my arm, it ain’t hard to maintain
A cris' at the party, a whole lot done changed
My wrist, baguette flawless, the heart on my head
The racks come with knowledge to pride for this made