feel this real talk From the bay and everything in between to New York - Holla What we gotta do is tear shit up [x8] [Verse 2: Paris] This is the way
have veered especially when they hated the image that they mirrored i got a text that said "p, please get up" some light shining brightly outlining my shit up
, I'm like cake or maybe like 10,000 dollar rabbits The kid walked thru, switch up his accent now I'm from Paris Cash the bill, frozen element, sea gal
of the 42 million black people who are the victims of America [Paris] Aiyyo we all in together now, all in together now Hard truth soldierin, hard truth soldier SHIT
out hustlin', ended up ballin' Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out
blood, sweat, and tears Hip-hop's bad girl for ten fuckin' years See I know how it feel to wake up fucked up How can the spectators say Fox is stuck up
for the fingers Liars for hire with a defense like Jeffery Fygar And rock it like thugs who work for mic club Hyped up and tear the mic up my man Move
Chorus] Leve le doigt en l?air (Put your finger up) Leve le doigt en l?air (Put your finger up) (One for the haterz i?m holiding my Ace of Spades up) (
lunar crusier let's take a global trip we tear it down from Montigo to the Vegas strip can't stop to slow it down that's just inadequate i keep on talking shit
(pop Crist) Warmin up another verse (yo Son I got this) [U NAST] Watch this how I rock shit, lock shit Six hundred Coupe chop shop shit, ?be gafe rop chop shit
the flavor that archaeologists artists audio appropriator Ghost rider, flaming chopper, corresing the night Chasing the glimpse of a forever fading fluorescent horizon He just lights up the skies (lights up
We carry bangers and air you out like airplane hangers I rock 5 star general status, projects to Paris At the Hilton stickin foreign objects in Paris
wanna tear da nookie up, You betta pull out ya cash and put more then 50 up, Cuz this here chick aint gonna let u beat it up, you betta pull out ya cash
debates I'm like cake or maybe like $10,000 rabbits The kid walked thru, switch up his accent "Now I'm from Paris" Cash the bill, frozen element, Seagal
pop Crist) Warmin up another verse (yo Son I got this) [U NAST] Watch this how I rock shit, lock shit Six hundred Coupe chop shop shit, ?be gafe rop chop shit
an saddle up my cattle cuz lets roll boy, an every nigga I know, livin it up like a cowboy, shootin up some shit, for the fuck of it an I'm lovin it
Money won't take me back' So I gave her my heart, open it up, don't tear it apart Walk in, don't be afraid of the dark Some make up flex then give it