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tmz - paris michael lyrics

tmz lyrics
[intro]
yeah, what!
i needed a minute
i needed a minute
okay, okay
yeah

[verse 1]
f*ck a suit, gotta eat
pocket fat, collard green
prada bag, prada sheets
n*gga flashy, tmz
all these n*ggas fraudulent, they b*tches, i should charge a fee
record labels calling just to say they had a talk with me
f*ck a suit, gotta eat
pocket fat, collard green
prada bag, prada sheets
shawty bad, send alyx
gotta have a 100 million dollars just to talk to me
gotta have some vintage phoebe philo just to shop with me
you talking to me?
you talking to me?
said i was sorry, i got her a lease
all this bottega, i got it for free
yes i’m a stylist, pulling for me
tiffany diamond, bright as can be
changing the climate, hot as can be
need me a hеisman, f*ck a degree
walk with a pole with a beam on thе heat
b*tch don’t spill no weed on my seat
n*ggas tryna talk like a fiend in the streets
they won’t even know your name in a week
push down grand with a thang in the seat, that can be your girl but she came here with me
soho grand with a mint on the sheets if the store not open it’s open for me
[verse 2]
gotta run my haters mad, til my f*cking feet hurt
please start some beef with me i love making t*shirts
shawty got no decency she treat me like i treat her
breakfast down at balthazar, they wiping down my seat first
dinner back at koi i order crunchy salmon lobster roll
ring look like a chandelier she think i won the super bowl
i could be 100 down, n*gga still flexed up
givenchy hoodie black and white, sh*t look like a death note
gas me up, texaco
gas me up, texaco
i can’t even text a hoe
b*tch i’m too professional
keep a couple bands on my lineup like a festival
shawty look so bad when i put her on a pedestal

[verse 3]
f*ck a suit, gotta eat
pocket fat, collard green
prada the bag and the prada the sheets
b*tch watch your mouth when you talking to me
n*ggas keep tryna outdress me they can’t even rap man you sound like a fan to me
why don’t you work on that music, i’ll get me some louis that sound like a plan to me
rick on my wrist and my feet and my b*tch it’s a tint on the window for fans to see
i’m talking bout you lil n*gga take notes
peta keep calling bout me and this coat
drag on the floor like i’m sweeping the porch
venus, serena, this tennis a moat
push through the hood like i’m driving a boat
i can’t decide, i’m loving them both
[outro}
can’t i make my loot in peace?
wear this f*cking goose in peace?
n*ggas p*ssy, tootsie sweet
liquor taste like juice to me
i would teach you n*ggas not to bite but i can’t teach a hoe
if all these n*ggas sound like me then f*ck i need a feature for?

- paris michael lyrics

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