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letra de paradise - xanman & bay swag

[intro]
yaya, run that sh-t up
aydin

[chorus: xanman]
i wanna take you to paradise
i’m tryna take you to paradise
baby wanna know what marriage like
i wanna know what your parents like
she wanna know what paris like
i’m tryna take you to paradise
private jet views, she scared of heights

[verse 1: xanman]
i put ap on her wrist, [?] time to stroke in the heat and drown in the mud
bad b-tches all in my section, i might buy the club, but a n-gga can’t buy no more love
baby, these chrome hearts [couches][?], these hermes rugs, so you gotta take off your uggs
baby live on peachtree in atlanta, she want a quint housе with the tub
i said you was gone need me onе day, i’ma look at the b-tch like, duh
i got me a lil’ phoebe, she wanna eat me, i’m puttin’ za in her lungs
i make her dance, say, keke, do you love me? hop out the shower with suds
i wanna her take to paradise, my baby, you already know what it was

[chorus: xanman & bay swag]
i wanna take you to paradise (i wanna take you)
i’m tryna take you to paradise (i wanna take you)
baby wanna know what marriage like ([?])
i wanna know what your parents like ([?])
she wanna know what paris like (she wanna know)
i’m tryna take you to paradise
private jet views, she scared of heights
[verse 2: bay swag]
why is you runnin’ like this?
everytime i pull your hair, girl, why is you cummin’ like this?
i just got back to america, better put time with that kiss
he is not swaggy like this (woo), i’m on the block with a crip (yeah)
i don’t respond to a diss, i’m ‘gon hit his b-tch (i’m ‘gon hit his b-tch)
i just got back from j-pan, made a fifty, n-gga done hit his l!ck (i did that)
she know that she gettin’ whatever, she just gotta eat this d-ck
i’ma take her to paradise, i’ma sip on some don, i’ma take me yidda, i’m not playing fair tonight (she know it)

- xanman bay swag

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