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letra de niggas in paris - guapo

[verse]
ayy, came up corner bendin’, i was sinnin’, now i’m winnin’
yeah, i got racks aplenty, it ain’t no budget when i’m spendin’
like what you know ’bout havin’ digits? have your mama smilin’, grinnin’
ayy, i’m that same n-gga was bad in school, always up in detention
my teacher didn’t think i would make it, i’m like, “b-tch, you should’ve listened”
i be drippin’, diamonds glisten, pull up, srt my engine
when i cook dope, i feel like my granny in that kitchen
ayy, his ho hooked on me, she say i’m kfc, i’m finger l!ckin’, ayy
dope boy, my white tee polo, hey, my jeans amiri skinnies
i feel safest in the trenches, i guess that’s just how i’m livin’
yеah, please don’t tell mе nothin’ ’bout street sh-t if you ain’t in it
yeah, never respond to no sneak diss, it ain’t directed
ayy, them youngins livin’ reckless, speak on gang and we gon’ check it
spin a bend, my youngins crashin’, they tryna take a n-gga neck
lil’ bro keep the lead, keep one inside his head and he gon’ stretch ’em
ayy, for the bread, lil’ bro’ll tap his head, tryna leave a n-gga breathless
if it’s beef about a freak, say, “lil’ bro, i don’t want no pressure”
ayy, give his ho to me, she go to sleep, then wake up, cookin’ breakfast

- guapo

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