MikeTheYoungin' - Paris
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{verse 1}
I was chilling down in paris
Rolly on my wrist gliding like we living lavish
I be politicking, cuz my takes is always valid
The plug paid me back cuz he don't comprehend the damage
The coke bottles popped
Till the day i can't stop
Cuz deep in my pockets is knots
And in my socks
Never kill a messenger, messages getting clocked
I don't wanna carry guns
This shit ain't who i grew up
To be, but just chill cuz the elders sold drugs
Even tho i ain't come back, they always showed a brother love
And, all my struggles written in paper written in blood
Told me save that shit for later, your thoughts can be worth enough
Cuz
In every song i'm packing my thoughts and my struggles in
The day i drop the pen is the day that i'll kill embodiments
I ain't leaving here till you letting all of my brothers in
I ain't gon leave, till we check gs as punishment
{hook}
I was chilling down in paris
I was chilling, i was chilling down in paris
I was chilling down in paris
I was chilling, i was chilling down in paris, paris
I was chilling down in paris
I was chilling, i was chilling down in paris
I was chilling down in paris
I was chilling, i was chilling down in paris, paris
{verse 2}
Spitting bars for corners, cuz loners get really on us
And the hobo with the gun
Hustle long till he gone and then we getting all of them
I ain't take none of the supplements
Carry the ottoman
And a smith n wesson is calling em
Lyrics im jotting em
Hustle big and work with the laundromats
Fuckas get shot at em
Catch u slipping i get to polishing
I get concerned, walk in concerts
And be in search
Cuz the place in race is first
I'm sinning infront of church
Like
Down the alleys in the first
Where the drugs getting absurd
Every boy has got to work
With the plaques, macs, guns
And i ain't talking from rap
Make a hunnid gs a bag
Pass it down and it's a wrap
And the street price, at least nice
Hoes getting wrapped in packs
I've been spending all time
In alleys getting my stacks
I've been spending all my time
Perfecting my perfect craft
I stopped carrying the nines
The day that i got packed, (packed)
{hook}
I was chilling down in paris
I was chilling, i was chilling down in paris
I was chilling down in paris
I was chilling, i was chilling down in paris, paris
I was chilling down in paris
I was chilling, i was chilling down in paris
I was chilling down in paris
I was chilling, i was chilling down in paris, paris
{verse 1}
I was chilling down in paris
Rolly on my wrist gliding like we living lavish
I be politicking, cuz my takes is always valid
The plug paid me back cuz he don't comprehend the damage
The coke bottles popped
Till the day i can't stop
Cuz deep in my pockets is knots
And in my socks
Never kill a messenger, messages getting clocked
I don't wanna carry guns
This shit ain't who i grew up
To be, but just chill cuz the elders sold drugs
Even tho i ain't come back, they always showed a brother love
And, all my struggles written in paper written in blood
Told me save that shit for later, your thoughts can be worth enough
Cuz
In every song i'm packing my thoughts and my struggles in
The day i drop the pen is the day that i'll kill embodiments
I ain't leaving here till you letting all of my brothers in
I ain't gon leave, till we check gs as punishment
{hook}
I was chilling down in paris
I was chilling, i was chilling down in paris
I was chilling down in paris
I was chilling, i was chilling down in paris, paris
I was chilling down in paris
I was chilling, i was chilling down in paris
I was chilling down in paris
I was chilling, i was chilling down in paris, paris
{verse 2}
Spitting bars for corners, cuz loners get really on us
And the hobo with the gun
Hustle long till he gone and then we getting all of them
I ain't take none of the supplements
Carry the ottoman
And a smith n wesson is calling em
Lyrics im jotting em
Hustle big and work with the laundromats
Fuckas get shot at em
Catch u slipping i get to polishing
I get concerned, walk in concerts
And be in search
Cuz the place in race is first
I'm sinning infront of church
Like
Down the alleys in the first
Where the drugs getting absurd
Every boy has got to work
With the plaques, macs, guns
And i ain't talking from rap
Make a hunnid gs a bag
Pass it down and it's a wrap
And the street price, at least nice
Hoes getting wrapped in packs
I've been spending all time
In alleys getting my stacks
I've been spending all my time
Perfecting my perfect craft
I stopped carrying the nines
The day that i got packed, (packed)
{hook}
I was chilling down in paris
I was chilling, i was chilling down in paris
I was chilling down in paris
I was chilling, i was chilling down in paris, paris
I was chilling down in paris
I was chilling, i was chilling down in paris
I was chilling down in paris
I was chilling, i was chilling down in paris, paris
