paroles de chanson Paranoid - Young Dolph
Izze
The
Producer
Yeah,
yeah
(yup),
yeah
(yup),
yeah
(yup)
Yeah
(yup),
yeah
(yup),
yeah
(yup),
yeah
(yup)
Yeah
(yup),
yeah,
yeah
Ayy
fire
that
weed
up
man,
ayy
Money
on
the
floor
(floor),
chopper
by
the
door
(whoa)
I
smoke
too
much
weed,
it′s
reekin'
out
my
pores
(strong)
Lil
bitty
waist
(woo),
but
she
got
ass
galore
I
just
count
a
hundred
K
and
spent
it
all
′cause
I
got
bored
(fuck
it)
Smashin'
from
the
back,
her
face
on
the
headboard
She
graduated
with
masters
but
I
treat
her
like
a
whore
(it's
Dolph)
Sold
a
lot
of
dope,
I
do
it
for
the
dope
boys
(for
real)
The
feds
in
the
hood,
this
shit
got
me
paranoid
(whoa)
The
feds
in
the
hood
(whoa)
And
I
heard
they
taking
pictures,
let
me
knock
on
wood
(shit)
I
hope
those
folks
don′t
come
and
get
us
Talkin′
ass
bitch
(shut
up)
I
cut
her
off,
didn't
need
no
scissors
(nah)
Nah
I
don′t
like
that
nigga
(fuck
'em)
So
I
fucked
his
sister
(yeah
yeah)
I′m
tripple
blessed,
so
today
I'm
rockin′
a
jesus
piece
(yeah
yeah)
Pull
out
my
garage
in
some
shit
you
Drive
on
Need
for
Speed
(yeah
yeah)
I
gave
her
a
job
at
my
traphouse
sackin'
up
P's
(trap)
Fur
across
my
back,
Balenciagas
on
my
feet
(swag)
Go
and
get
a
sack
young
nigga,
and
be
all
you
can
be
(uh-huh)
I
spent
two
hundred
stacks
on
a
coupe
with
two
seats
(uh-huh)
I
used
to
go
to
sleep
hungry,
didn′t
have
shit
to
eat
(remember
that?)
Now
I
gotta
smoke
a
blunt
of
weed
just
to
eat
Money
on
the
floor
(floor),
chopper
by
the
door
(whoa)
I
smoke
too
much
weed,
it′s
reekin'
out
my
pores
(strong)
Lil
bitty
waist
(woo),
but
she
got
ass
galore
I
just
count
a
hundred
K
and
spent
it
all
′cause
I
got
bored
(fuck
it)
Smashin'
from
the
back,
her
face
on
the
headboard
She
graduated
with
masters
but
I
treat
her
like
a
whore
(it′s
Dolph)
Sold
a
lot
of
dope,
I
do
it
for
the
dope
boys
(for
real)
The
feds
in
the
hood,
this
shit
got
me
paranoid
(whoa)
Patek
Philippe
with
residue
on
it
(uh,
yeah,
yeah)
These
diamonds
they
hit
every
time
I
move,
don't
it,
uh,
uh
You
can′t
eat
with
me
if
you
ain't
hungry
(nah)
I
keep
some
shit
up
my
sleeve
and
it
Always
got
something
to
do
with
money
(know
that)
I'm
throwin′
money
on
Monday
(yup)
I
got
the
bitch
off
the
runway
(yup)
Boy
you
know
I′m
about
gunplay
(yup)
Then
go
pay
my
tithes
on
Sunday
(thank
you
God)
I
might
stop
pimpin'
one
day
(yeah)
I
might
stop
sippin′
one
day
(damn)
I
got
so
high
I'm
goin′
the
wrong
way
on
the
fuckin'
one
way
The
way
I
put
this
shit
on
me,
they
be
like
how
do
he
do
it?
(hah)
Don′t
you
bring
that
bitch
'round
me
my
Nigga,
'cause
you
might
lose
her
(yeah)
She
told
me
that
she
wanna
smoke
a
blunt
and
fuck
to
my
music
(yeah)
Then
she
gave
me
head
and
told
me
I
should
go
make
a
movie,
ah
Money
on
the
floor
(floor),
chopper
by
the
door
(whoa)
I
smoke
too
much
weed,
it′s
reekin′
out
my
pores
(strong)
Lil
bitty
waist
(woo),
but
she
got
ass
galore
I
just
count
a
hundred
K
and
spent
it
all
'cause
I
got
bored
(fuck
it)
Smashin′
from
the
back,
her
face
on
the
headboard
She
graduated
with
masters
but
I
treat
her
like
a
whore
(it's
Dolph)
Sold
a
lot
of
dope,
I
do
it
for
the
dope
boys
(for
real)
The
feds
in
the
hood,
this
shit
got
me
paranoid
(whoa)

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