Paris

by Justin Rarri

From the Bronx, New York, Justin Rarri alrighty has two Albums under his belt (Youngest In Kharge and 4EVARARRi) while the song that blew him up, W2LEEZY has 10 million views on YouTube.




Baby I'm trappin', so just leave me 'lone ('lone) 
I ain't gon' say how I feel today (how I feel)
I been ridin' doley with my brothers 
These niggas ain't cut enough, I had to get away
Fuck all these broke niggas 
I ain't never really fucked with y'all niggas
Only worried 'bout the bands and my niggas
She don't like it when I'm out with my niggas
Bitch, I'm a real life savage 
Fuck a nigga hoe, took her out to Paris (yeah)
And a bitch know that I'm 'bout it ('bout it) 
I get two-hunnid-fifty in a mansion (mansion)
On the gang I swear we wildin' 
Toolie in the back, don't try no edgy shit
Told my whole team that I got 'em 
Fuckin' on a ho while I count these commas
I'm runnin' it up, countin' up, on mama's (yeah, uh)

Got it all by myself, you ain't believe (you ain't believe)
We was sellin' leafs, with these hoes on me
Nigga set up with the gang, know they rock with me 
Big killers and them O's with me
Twenty-five just for the gold on three 
Can't no nigga walk like he known with me
Knowin' all my glizzys finna go on three (uh, uh)
Got on my ass and bitch put Louis on my dawg
Broke niggas talk down on my name
Just like these hoes 'cause I'on trust 'em
I got a message for all you fake niggas 
That have never seen me come from nothing
Whole lotta hoes they mad at me 
'Cause after I fuck I swear that I'ma dub her
Fuck a bitch then go fly out to Asia
How you blowin' my phone when you hate me?
Only fuck with me 'cause I got paper 
They talkin' on me, like a man I'ma take it
Got rubies, we ready tomorrow 
We baking it fuck a long conversation, I hate it
I'm blazed, we got them blitz on the long route
Why they talkin' to me? I'on know y'all

Baby I'm trappin', so just leave me 'lone ('lone) 
I ain't gon' say how I feel today (how I feel)
I been ridin' doley with my brothers 
These niggas ain't cut enough, I had to get away
Fuck all these broke niggas 
I ain't never really fucked with y'all niggas
Only worried 'bout the bands and my niggas
She don't like it when I'm out with my niggas
Bitch, I'm a real life savage 
Fuck a nigga hoe, took her out to Paris (yeah)
And a bitch know that I'm 'bout it ('bout it) 
I get two-hunnid-fifty in a mansion (mansion)
On the gang I swear we wildin' 
Toolie in the back, don't try no edgy shit
Told my whole team that I got 'em 
Fuckin' on a ho while I count these commas
I'm runnin' it up, countin' up, on mama's (yeah, uh)

Written by: Adrian Baez, Dennys Capellan, Miguel Flores Curtidor, Saquan Armstrong

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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