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letra de paranormal - damjonboi

[intro]
this sh-t—
whole ‘nother world with this sh-t, i ain’t gon’ lie
sb way too
whole gang up
f-ck the real n-gga
(you’re not making this easy, kyle)

[verse]
pull up in a foreign, it’s a model on my sh-t
vip section, big bottles in my sh-t
got a few dollars, so i put red bottoms on my b-tch
big benz with the curtains like obama in that b-tch
n-gga say he need a beat, i need a banny band
pulled some bad hoes on 41, me and manny man
passin’ out percs in the club, i’m the candy man
big tool on my side look like the handyman
i’ll have my brother ace boogie break your sh-t
n-ggas dropping all this cheap ice, we’ll take your sh-t
throw a five-ball in the club, then take your b-tch
f-ck i look like cuffing a rat? it makes no sense
no more mr. nice guy, this my other bag
doing too much capping when you rapping, you a f-cking f-g
real stag boy, my brother db pulled up in a jag’
if she can shut the f-ck up and drive, she gon’ get a bag
hmm, n-gga, get your bag right
n-ggas braggin’ ’bout a ten, i threw that sh-t last night
you can ask my brother dz, he been livin’ that fast life
birdie told me pull up on him, hit him, we from van dyk-
and it’s still f-ck the opps, ain’t never safe for them
i know some n-ggas who sold they soul, i got more pape’ than them
said i was done f-cking with perkies, i’m still takin’ ’em
my b-tch shop at gucci, your b-tch shop at h&m

- damjonboi

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