
letra de niggas in paris - samad savage
[intro: samad savage & jay-z]
(ball so hard, motherf-ckers wanna fine me)
haha, skoodwidit (samad cook it up, yur)
[part i]
[verse]
[?]
n-ggas here in paris like jesse and kan’
“ye,” what the crowd say when i ask, “can i
kick it?” chillin’ villain, doofenshmirtz feelin’
’cause i’m out in paris now, the new harry styles
shawty screamin’, “daddy, pack me out”
manny pacquiao how i beat it
i’m a caddy now, get the stick, put that on the green
told you that i’m jersey, how i’m not gon’ put on for the team?
rollin’ off a bean, [?] got me feelin’ me
no, i don’t get high, but this life got me feelin’ geeked
straight edge, yeah, i’m really sharp, bro, i gotta know
how can i be a square and not be herе for all the smoke?
even slaughtеrhouses can’t believe when they saw the goat
i’m really the n-gga in this b-tch, no [joanna?] though
i can’t let it breathe, swear that i got this sh-t by the throat
super cool, breaking news, that sh-t just an article
uh, let me snap back
wallet in my back pocket, lookin’ like my ass fat
ugh, ugh, i’m just gon’ act like i ain’t rap that
heh, like, you said you f-ckin’ raw, but that was cat cap
huh, i can’t trust you, girl, you too active on snapchat
hm, super freaky, i know you can’t tell where dad at
hm, but i like you, even heart you, double-tap that
hm, what the f-ck i’m talkin’ ’bout? let me backtrack
[part ii]
[bridge]
huh, this the part where they all throw up they hands
look at where i took it, man, i took this sh-t to france
screamin’, “f-ck a hater,” ’cause i do it for the fans
i can’t let it rock, they just do it for the bands
i do it for the love, but i don’t mind in advance
invested in the art just to show you what i can
ho, you know who i am, uh
[verse]
[?]
only n-gga who could sn-tch a torch away from kanye
all i know is go, give a f-ck ’bout what a sign say
shut up, ho, i only give a f-ck ’bout what my mom say
i can’t listen to you, bro, i’m listenin’ to beyoncé
i don’t need redemption, you could take that sh-t to shawshank
she showed me your crib, man, i thought that was a cross race
freestyle the verse then i’m outie like a r8, vroom
[outro]
on a serious note, life is all great
i made beats that make drawers shake and jaws break
man, my drive is on go, f-ck all brakes
i spit that kinda sh-t that make you hold your chest like heartache
haha, for the lord’s sake
for rihanna, hope that rocky beat the court case
if not, that’s a poor case, ¿por qué?
i’m a father, daddies make the kids more great
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