to you/paraphernalia - xanman lyrics
to you/paraphernalia lyrics
[verse 1]
hey, hey
smokin’ the dope, lil’ n*gga got red eye
i go to ruth chris, b*tch, with a ribeye
brand new audi truck, we ’bout to spin out
b*tch not tryna suck d*ck, she can get out
i told the b*tch “wanna slide here after midnight?”
b*tch n*gga want hand downs and i cannot
been that n*gga, always tryna get by
[chorus]
donnie katana
ooh, i told the truth (brr)
i never lied to you (ooh)
i told the truth
i never lied to you
brr, brr
hey*a*hey*a*hey
[verse 2]
paris, chanel (brr)
i put her in paris, chanel (wait wait)
but i got paraphernalia (wait, hey, wait, hey)
i got a big stick on me, b*tch better get over (get over)
b*tch sayin’ “huh”, she thinkin’ i’m rick ross
i’m feelin’ like plies, the b*tch in the rich cloths (ooh)
i hate all these n*ggas, get hung, like [?]
i’m fighting these demons off perc’s, them percocets
i got a bad b*tch in hawaii, no honolu’ (perc’, perc’, perc’)
las vegas strip with a whole bunch of prostitutes
i walk with my dog, i call it big momma dukes (i walk with that dog)
that .40 make him do a flip, like jeff hardy do (oh yeah)
we hit him up like lil’ wayne at tha carter ii
bad b*tch want me to pay for her college (college)
my n*gga be workin’, but we not no colleague
new lamborghini truck, i’m pushin’, like rocket league
these b*tches gon’ f*ck, these b*tches be collard greens (ooh)
n*gga, i got two glocks, this crash and berenstein
i been takin’ them drugs, i don’t look like an earthling (ling)
my boujee lil’ b*tch want me to buy her a birkin
even real street n*ggas still servin’ the parphe’
hey, hey, my side b*tch be on that fake sh*t
my life get [?] than jay critch
[chorus]
ooh, i told the truth (brr)
i never lied to you (ooh)
i told the truth
i never lied to you
brr, brr (hey, hey, hey)
(pew, pew)
[outro]
ooh, i told the truth (brr)
i never lied to you (ooh)
i told the truth
i never lied to you
brr, brr (hey, hey, hey)
(pew, pew)
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