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pack 4 da low - paris texas lyrics

ayy
put his ass to sleep, not talking ’bout itis
n*ggas will get popped, not talkin’ bout hymen

way she handle b*lls, she deserve a heisman
n*ggas wanna diss? (well, where can we find him?)
oh sh*t, i forgot, that boy gotta sign in
i don’t hold the heat, i change the climate
he don’t want static, he rub socks on his carpet

ayy, run up on me? don’t think you should try it
they all on my d*ck, don’t meet height required
stay out the c*ckpit if you ain’t a pilot
you gotta be at least this thick to ride it
to end your career, oh, i’d be delighted
these n*ggas is trash, it get me excited
but then i get bummed, y’all f*ck up the ozone
n*gga, you are not allowed, go home

she gave me some p*ssy, beat it like a level
you might have to settle for second or lower
mower took the head off a boa
these n*ggas they swear they go glow up
like my nut, he put that on his momma
felix said he can’t rock no designer
and your b*tch only bad from the neck down
b*tter face in my lap like it’s ihop
nut in her eye, now she lookin’ lela
now she wanna be up in my future
ramadan, i can’t eat with you n*ggas
i don’t go outside, b*tch, i’m a hermit
you got signed, now you lookin’ like kermit
i want that b*tch, she pretty saditty
i need that fade, come back to my city
gimme that beat, i’m ’bout to merk it
he played his sh*t, he don’t want the verdict
i’m throwin’ bows, get hit with a weenus
i need them hoes, i’m givin’ ’em p*n*s
we got a record, not talking ’bout guinness
these n*ggas done, but i haven’t fi—

- paris texas lyrics

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