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letra de what's up - paris texas

[intro: felix]
yeah, ayy (yeah, ayy)
[?] unplugged my ear [?] (yeah, ayy)

[chorus: felix]
i can’t say what’s up, ayy
lost my trust, ayy
we done called yo’ bluff, ayy
y’all just not that tough, ayy
got yo’ feelings crushed, ayy

[verse 1: louie pastel]
’94 to the eight, sideways
weak, weak, seven days
had to have traffic on the highway
let that b-tch leave and need a [?]
wait, why you screamin’, huh?
’cause i got demons, huh
angel left my shoulder, me, he say he schemin’, huh
left my markup on this earth, [?], huh
and i know these scared of me, the [?], huh
from the land where they mask up
v for vendеtta, the [data?], the bettеr the opps or an obstacle
popsicles, optional
freeze up yo’ neck and the [neck?] from the [?] come
[?] the testosterone
rational, i sat back and watched my confidence become minuscule
[than they do in?] any school
[?] cool, never be long like interludes, pitiful
watched my uncle introduce to tools so these hoes knew the motherf-ckin’ drill, uh
louie p, louie p, how the f-ck you feel, huh?
picture sweet, on my pickle since i got that deal, huh
sick in the head, sick in the head, had to go pop me a pill, huh
sick in the head, sick in the head, everybody know that i’m ill, huh
[?] jewish f-ck around and have a drink, but i’m not a shooter, uh (nah)
[high school?] flow, [?] yo’ tape, f-ck around, call me [?]
[verse 2: felix]
yeah, we can all count on felix, he gon’ lead the hoes (yeah, woah)
and with the big mean mugs need to leave the hoes and (woah, woah, woah, woah)
big [bad?], big b-tches come in all types (yeah)
when you see ’em on sight, you can bet them dogs bite (ayy, ayy)
[?] stompin’ in his head, got my dogs bitin’ (got my dogs, ayy)
occupation: rapper, secondary is an [?] ([?], ayy)
shorty like my hat, screamin’ out [the?] world i’m popular (oh my god, is that a [?])
tipsy, tryna flirt, couldn’t catch what she was tossin’, huh (ayy, ayy)
no, i’m not awkward at all, mhm
i just be dropping the bomb, mhm (ayy, ayy)
i just be tryna dissolve, mhm (ayy)
her p-ssy water like falls, mhm (uh-huh)
the world could be endin’ tomorrow, mhm (i know)
and i wouldn’t be bothered at all (no)
you switch on yo’ boys, no nintendos on my side (my side)
want beeft they get hit in the ribeye (bye-bye)
i walk in the room, it’s more juice than a [?] ([?])
not with the bullsh-t and not on the [?] ([?])
pop sh-t, we pop up, then pop out, like tie-dye (tie-dye)
big seven, we don’t do balenciaga (-ciaga)
beat that boy down and it [smell?] like an [archive?]

- paris texas

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