Lyrics Glory - Young Paris

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Oh
Ouuuuu

Everytime we link i see u in the wee-kennddd
Got these inches i be diggin in the deep end
We gon get it poppin once u hit the west end
Got my niggas wit me u gon bring ya best friendddds
All these bitches know the game but they be hatin
I might hold her hand but that don′t mean we dating
I'm about to hit rodeo with my fake friends
When i pull up AMG don′t have me waiting
Rollin up i got my grabba n some good gas
Good in every city i don't need a hood pass
I been thinkin bout this money that i should have
How u lit and broke i never understood that
I stay wit the vampires & the demons
I just popped another 30 got me geeking
U would think it's fuckin beiber how they screaming
Get this money tryna stack it to the ceiling
Can′t be sober i feel better when I′m high
If a nigga touch my chain u he gonna die
If she gotta only fans i cannot wife
I can't wife no only fans

Oh
Oh
Ouuuuu

My bitch
Ass out
LV
Cash out
38
Black out
Go crazy
Spazz out
4 racks on prada
Scammers, ali baba
Choppa aimed at his mata
Pop it
Piñata
10 shots no vodka
So icey no Waka
Gotta Bag lady no Gaga
Do my dance on em bachata
Bats
Demons
Blood suckers i feed em
Niggas sayin they gon what?
I can′t wait till I see them
Catch the man we gon bleed em
Bleed em
Bleed em
Bleed em
Beat em
Bleed em
Bleed em
G5 no G4
Bad bitch suck the meat off
Hit a opp then speed off
Its Blood stains on my Diors
Seen alot Im tryna see more
New crib need a decor
New grip need 3 more
Fuck u lookin at me for
Everything moving fast
Lotta money in the stash
Lotta titties lotta ass
She gone do it for the,
She gon do it for the cash
I don't need it imma pass
Vampire Imma thief in the night

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Oh
Ouuuuuu
Yeah