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hello - parisfromtokyo lyrics

(verse 1) (pft):

venomous cats, they be hidden in mask &
jim carrey, him carry pen & a pad
he remain b-tton lipped until the benjamins grabbed
and then he dip, turn fenton
burn pension on gas
goth bizzle
compet-tion in trash bin
and if they not, they catch one to the temple
no aspirin, like what is not to get?
this sh-t is simple as math is
steady kickin sh-t like enter the dragon (on these b-tch n-ggas)
it would be grand if n-ggas kept it a buck fifty
instead of lying and swearin that they don’t f-ck wit me
scary, my sh-t as rare as some nun t-tties
twice as graceful while you spiteful, hateful
tryna swipe my paper but they not successful
and they got me heated like an iron kettle
and they tryna play me just like i’m a cello
but they got me f-cked up, real n-gga sh-t (yall n-ggas on that other sh-t, really)

(chorus) (pft):

(how you doin) h-llo (what’s good) (12x)

(verse 2)

how you doing, how you feeling ,what’s good?
i can pull up with the baddest in the hood
i be spitting like suge on these beats that i be wrecking in my adolescence
ain’t no second guessin
get to k!lling without asking questions
i’ve been feeling too cold, think i need heat
s-c-o-k-i-double d
and y’all rapping n-ggas lame, need to take a seat
mess with me, f-ck around and get yo -ss beat
first cl-ss take off til i’m off earth
but when i’m gone, i’ll prolly be on mars getting turnt
with a couple bad martians, like it when i flirt
get some martian sp-ce p-ssy, gotta put in work
i’ve been tryna run a check with my amigos
got some recognition then i started meeting freak hoes
same n-gga, same style, wear the same clothes
i ain’t even trippin
was expected
i know how it go
my og put me hip to these hoes games
i know the truth, i’ll never look at a b-tch the same
f-ckin & suckin on bout any n-gga with a name
i’m sendin shots, wanna feel it?
then i’m gon aim
first cl-ss, gang gang
700 sh-t
treat everything like a marathon
i be runnin sh-t
i’m tryna make it to the top and get to gunnin sh-t
i’m working on a mil
in a minute, i should be stuntin b-tch
yall done let a beast loose
cuttin up like i reap you
see me coming, retreat dude
trippin like i’m a chicken coupe
imma k!ll for millenials
gotta do it, it’s me or you
know my answer if i’mma choose
beat the beat and i leave it bruise
chasin the paper, middle finger to the haters
and i know the hatin’
snappin like the jaws on aligators
i see imitators
everybody sayin first cl-ss
what the f-ck is that?
you ain’t first cl-ss, you can’t p-ss n-gga

(chorus)

- parisfromtokyo lyrics

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