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paradise (feat. big yoda, lil chand, lamar, franklin) - produzha mixz lyrics

(produzha mixz!)
(big yoda and lil chand on da beat!)

i got 4 kids locked up in my bas*m*nt, yeah
they all ‘tryna get me to help them
little do they know they gonna die
come find me and i’ll show you
the paradise

i been on my grind every day
don’t believe i’m takin’ breaks
i ain’t stoppin’ ’til we chillin’ at the top‘
they know we ain’t stoppin’ ’til we sucking that juice c*ck (what!)
i’m balling on these fools like i’m lebron
i’ve been on top of the game for so long
b*tches look up to me cause i’m the don and you know i’m slapping them with my big ass schl*ng (what!)
this the rhythm of my life it’s my own design you f*ck with big yoda ima’ eat you out, eat you out like i do in my paradise

playing these fools like i’m playing chess
even do i already know they got no interest
drivin’ by these fools in the new bent
got my b*lls stuck in a vent

(what!, what!)

(wassup, can a loc come up in your crib?
man, f*ck you
i’ll see you at work
ah, n*gga, don’t hate me ’cause i’m beautiful, n*gga
maybe if you got rid of that yee*yee ass haircut you got you’d get some b*tches on your d*ck
oh, better yet, maybe tanisha’ll call your dog*ass if she ever stop f*ckin’ with that brain surgeon or lawyer she f*cking with)
no choice the crazy life been i’ve giving now i gotta figure out the way of living
life like a rollercoaster why just lil chand i’m just a boy dripping rolex stop tripping with me
up in late nights thinking of a better life why can’t this world just be the big ass paradise
when is the new buy of a rollie
common discussion with my good homie
driving down the street in my lamborghini
i’m gonna get this b*tch like i’m houdini
can’t stop the grind now when the grammy is around the corner like curtis porter
i got pressure on my my chest ima call mr. crest i know i’m the best you better be impressed

i pull up at your stop with my gucci flops
i’m burning from the cops because i’m high on the pops
produzha mixz been rocking this beat
like i’m eating salt baes pepper meat
it ain’t no cap in my rap
don’t speak, don’t ask for no dap
you know all of us k!lling this track
we are like a good ol’ wolf pack

(what!)

- produzha mixz lyrics

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