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letra de niggas in paris - ed.milladelphia

verse 1: ed.millie, ball so hard motha f-ckas wanna find me… that sh-t kray shine so hard motha f-ckas wanna blind me that sh-t shady, n-ggas talk sh-t behind my back but smile in my face that sh-t g-y… that sh-t g-y… big -ss watch wit a red face house of corrections i beat my case i ain’t rat i ain’t snitch i maned up n-ggas i ain’t b-tch cocaine flow n-gga i don’t sniff sorry for the hate i smoke datpiff shine so hard motha f-ckas wanna blind me that sh-t crazy, headphone music that’s play these bars light payday sorry for the had that tatt music it’s on the way that’s copacetic ya’ll so pathetic… shine so hard motha f-ckas wanna blind me that sh-t crazy, tatted -ss n-gga catch me in the hood catch me in the county yeah i’m doing good yeah i’m dropping every month like these lil pregnant b-tches that’s having babies. they say ed you crazy… what dat jawn on ya lip… it say f-ck life… then i f-ck yo b-tch… pop a perc, pop a zan, sip some lean, some ciroc, some grey goose got me loose i tell the truth i tell her i’m just tryna hit then i’m tryna split no l!ckity… i’m on my quagmire i give her the gigitty gigitty… i be going ham but i don’t f-ck wit the pigily wiggilies… they see me shining… they just tryna belittle me… shout out to tone… shout out to reg… shout out to the shovel rest in peace to the compet-tion, where’s the casket? i’mma b-st-rd, where’s my dad? yola boy no jihad shout out to malc tarzan inked we going out we blowing up we blowing off we don’t diss we just disregard you don’t know us but we don’t know ya’ll, hold up… light one, shine so hard motha f-ckas wanna blind me… that sh-t crazy… n-ggas talk sh-t behind my back but smile in my face… that sh-t g-y… ball so hard motha f-ckas wanna find me… that sh-t kray shine so hard motha f-ckas wanna blind me that sh-t kray, sorry for the hate no sorry for the wait i need a mill no dinner plate that’s why every month i gotta hit ya’ll wit a new mixtape… i spark a bic… then i light some sh-t… i’m probably smoking loud i’m probably smoking shhhh, be quiet the strong stay quiet and the weak start riots don’t you try it biggie said that 2pac att-tude all eyes on me mom-ma raised a h-ll raiser f-ck you n-ggas pay her… yeahh f-ck you n-ggas pay her, shine so hard motha f-ckas wanna blind me… that sh-t kray ball so hard motha f-ckas wanna try me… that sh-t crazy n-ggas talk sh-t behind my back but smile in my face that sh-t g-y… that sh-t crazy… that sh-t crazy…

- ed milladelphia

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