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letra de supermodel - paris michael

[chorus]
flashing lights are hard to follow
narcissistic supermodel
hold your darlings, k!ll your idols
on and on, and on and on
high today and dead tomorrow
f-ck your feelings, supermodel
lost your mind and burn your dollars
on and on and on and on

[verse 1]
wanna talk about bands b-tch?
or the blood on my hands b-tch?
or the ice on my canvas?
the margiela they hand stitch?
b-tch i’m out of your bandwidth
call your girl and your man sis
finna get you a man sis!
the return of the alien
bout alive as a mannequin
f-ck a handle, b-tch i’m scandalous
smoking you n-ggas like cannabis
n-ggas still biting my m-n-script
like what?
n-ggas keep pressing they luck
b-tch i’m not giving no f-ck
saying whatever i want
so pour some more sh-t in my cup
b-tch i’m the only one making sh-t up
all of you n-ggas still riding some wave
all of your b-tches still kiss on my face
ate at the met with your b-tch on a date
paris not even rich yet
all pink nails like dipsеt
still talking bout my rick
b-tch f-ck a intro i’m back again
tell every labеl b-tch pack it in
get they coffee mugs, they pad and pen
and make my bank state stack again
y’all check blank but y’all mouth working
pillow talked while i was couch surfing
sign fluff sh-t i doubt working
i hope that motherf-cking clout merit
when this sh-t drop don’t speak, ask, inquire not sh-t about paris like
[chorus]
flashing lights are hard to follow
narcissistic supermodel
hold your darlings, k!ll your idols
on and on, and on and on
high today and dead tomorrow
f-ck your feelings, supermodel
lost your mind and burn your dollars
on and on and on and on

[verse 2]
(yeah)
made a whole career just to settle sh-t
every room that i’m in i’m the elephant
i don’t f-ck with y’all, b-tch i’m celibate
but i’ll hit your shorty for the h-ll of it
drinking holy water hit a n-gga liver
and my jesus piece filled with rabbit food til my crucifix is parting f-cking rivers
say you’re welcome for this i’m a f-cking giver
(uh)
f-ck you and f-ck gucci too
new fur b-tch i’m luci too
paris michael mr. lucy liu
f-ck your friends, f-ck your wives, f-ck your lives
f-ck your verse, f-ck your job
f-ck a feature, f-ck your pride
f-ck a suit, y’all couldn’t spot a fye
n-gga if i made me a new playlist that was made with 50 grammy nods

- paris michael

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