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letra de niggas in paris - (freestyle) - daley the star

[intro: sp-ce jam sample]

[jay-z sample]
ball so hard mother-f-ckers want to find me…

[daley]
i ball hard, the court is soft
i got virgins screaming f-ck the law;
it’s the truth, ain’t it lord
they want my team, can’t catch us all;
crash the whip tryin’ find us, hope their car has onstar
sp-ce jams on our feet, and our jersey say monstars;
little guys at first, but got bigger off the f-cking hype
i’m making love to my stacks, but i’m afraid of f-cking heights;
i’m hoping i don’t fall, my money tree’s too tall
going paul blart, coppin’ all the sh-t at the mall;
h.a.m., h.a.m., h.a.m., h.a.m
that’s what all the shoppers say
they must be in the “ham” section, i’m headed towards that way;
we come in real quiet, then leave out with a bang
circle full of stars, though we’re not with taylor gang;
green paper in this duffle bag, i must of just raked some leaves
i work hard, a dare n-gga to try to take from me;
city to city, they smiling ear to ear
what we have in common is a feeling so rare;

[kanye west sample]
huh

[interlude]
i don’t even know what that means…
(no one knows what it means, but it’s provocative)
no it’s not, it’s gross… (gets the people going!)

[daley]
we’re living large, i should stay in scarface crib
cause the world is mine, oh yes it is;
i’m balling n-gga-b-tch
better check my stats
i’m jordan on the wizards
oh yes i’m back;
no magic, no luck, n-gga this is real sk!ll
puppet lifestyle, sh-t don’t even feel real;
how’d i get here, you ask
you don’t wanna know
there was a change of plans, made my life an audible;
now i’m in an audi coupé
out doing the speed limit
you f-ckers slowed down
mother f-cker we didn’t;
we going fast past your -ss
got places to be
people to meet
faces to see;
i’m tight with mula, sh-t feel like braces to me
l!cking my thumbs, counting paper, no taste of defeat;
this icing is sweet, haters looking sour faced
colors in my swimming pool, i’m diving in power-ade;
lacoste beach towel, i’m drying off in style
some say i look like nick, i guess that’s why i wild out;
th-rn-berries, tropic weed my crew’s smoking
but i don’t even toke it, no risking me losing focus;
i’m on n-gga, but not any drugs
sliding cross hardwood floors, my socks weren’t made for rugs;
suite life i’m living that, me and my twin ben
grant plus jackson tag along, we at it again;
i hate to b-r-a-g, but that just how it bee’s
poor child, i’m sorry, i know my money stings;
i hate talkin’ ’bout wealth but i’m yeezy got me in my zone
i wish you n-ggas was hip, so you’d leave me alone;

[kanye west sample]
you are now watching the throne, don’t let me get in my zone
don’t let me get in my zone, don’t let me get in my zone
these other n-ggas is lyin, actin’ like the summer ain’t mine
(i got that hot b-tch in my home) you know how many hot b-tches i own?
don’t let me get in my zone, don’t let me get in my zone
don’t let me get in my zone, don’t let me get in my zone
the stars is in the building, they hands is to the ceiling
i know i’m ’bout to k!ll it, how you know? i got that feeling
you are now watching the throne, don’t let me into my zone
don’t let me into my zone (i’m definitely in my zone)

[outro: sp-ce jam sample]

- daley the star

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