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• Artiste: Paris Texas
• Titre: Heavy Metal
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I can't chill with a bop or Bozo (Alright) I'm the one dodging bullets in slow-mo (Okay) Little bitch, you are not at a dojo (Kung fu) You can't kick it here, bitch, I am Jojo (Get out) Bizarre how I move and I'm trippin' Got these tabs on my tongue like a browser Oh my God, Louis over there spittin' He can beat up this beat for an hour Bitch from the city of God Everybody you know is a fraud Man, I stink someone spray me a bod I just wanted my father's applause I just wanted my mother's applause I just wanted these crackers' applause So I stand on the stage with the boys So I stand on the stage with the boys Blessed with my presence, say, "Thanks," huh Little bitch, what is your rank? Pff Walk in my hood for a second They might put you in the dirt, hah Born this way must be a curse, hah You dropped a song that's the worst, hah She don't suck dick, that's a first Say she was playin', then she go to work, hah Aim for her mouth and I burst (Hahaha) Like a gun or a semi No, you ain't fuckin' with me Yeah, my girl's hella pretty Not saditty, they self-conscious Insecure, real high emotions Long acrylics to hit all them roaches But I don't give two fucks that's my bitch, mm Ass so fat in them jeans, it might rip, mm Wanna move to Atlanta then strip, hah Hold your tongue with that menacin' grip, mm Got no semi, no Uzi, no clip, mm Just a hundred fists jammin' your shit, ayy On your tombstone we pissin', lil' bitch, ayy Since my skin been a solar eclipse, huh Grab Orion belt or you get whipped, huh You my son, you my child, you my kid SSX, let's get trippy, lil' bitch, uh Uber comin', you leavin', lil bitch, huh You can't get no high score in this shit