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Paris Texas - PANIC!!! Lyrics



Paris Texas - PANIC!!! Lyrics
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Yeah, ay, whoa
(Yeah) like please don't touch my
(No, not yet) like bad bitch touch my
(No, no, no) wait, I can see why your
(Okay, go ahead)

I see why you are stressed, mhm
Because you're no contest, mhm
F*ck 12, I can't confess, mhm
Drop racks, I'll clean my mess, mhm
Excuse me while I flex, mhm
Bad bitch that's to my left, mhm
Your bitch bad wit' bad breath, mhm
For bags, I do conquest
Find bag then I collect (okay)
Know niggas that love Techs (they do)
Like geeks, know every spec
Both cheeks, I grab, oh, yes (okay)
It's like I'm grandma, yes
Pt rep that 'til death ('til death)
Get back, I need ten steps (five feet)
Don't care who got up next

Uh-huh, PT bitch, can't miss
Ain't heard no shit like this
Pull out my shit, she lick
I got the bread to trick
I see yo' ex down bad, uh-huh
I think he need a sis, uh-huh
So I went and f*ck that nigga momma
I came in this bitch with no drama

Huh, huh, I'm on my way to the tippity top
I'm so OP, niggas think I'm an opp
B-O-B, M-O-B, G-A-N-G
Niggas love me, why the f*ck would I stop?
I might get bored and just get into stocks
Shawty just gave me the slippery slop
I love black girls that listen to Rock
F*ck you thinking tryna put me in a box?

This ain't for containing, you stupid little ho
Ain't no point in saving when niggas up the score
I'm so good at sangin' the way I carry notes
They frame what I'm saying, treat that like paintings
This not a handout, we not relaying
Competition, all we do is dust it
I'm the type to hold her face and f*ck it
I'ma hold her hair up if she suck it

Leave her pussy looking like a musket
I'm really him, what the f*ck is assumption?
I was getting 5-star shit for my luncheon
Keep on giving me lip, I'ma bust it (yeah)
I don't really walk anywhere, I'ma float in (yeah)
I'm a real night mayor, bitch put your vote (yeah)
Niggas gonna flinch in the bitch, so I punch in (yeah)
I'm a keep on doing this shit 'til it soak in (yeah)
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Yeah, ay, whoa
(Yeah) like please don't touch my
(No, not yet) like bad bitch touch my
(No, no, no) wait, I can see why your
(Okay, go ahead)

I see why you are stressed, mhm
Because you're no contest, mhm
F*ck 12, I can't confess, mhm
Drop racks, I'll clean my mess, mhm
Excuse me while I flex, mhm
Bad bitch that's to my left, mhm
Your bitch bad wit' bad breath, mhm
For bags, I do conquest
Find bag then I collect (okay)
Know niggas that love Techs (they do)
Like geeks, know every spec
Both cheeks, I grab, oh, yes (okay)
It's like I'm grandma, yes
Pt rep that 'til death ('til death)
Get back, I need ten steps (five feet)
Don't care who got up next

Uh-huh, PT bitch, can't miss
Ain't heard no shit like this
Pull out my shit, she lick
I got the bread to trick
I see yo' ex down bad, uh-huh
I think he need a sis, uh-huh
So I went and f*ck that nigga momma
I came in this bitch with no drama

Huh, huh, I'm on my way to the tippity top
I'm so OP, niggas think I'm an opp
B-O-B, M-O-B, G-A-N-G
Niggas love me, why the f*ck would I stop?
I might get bored and just get into stocks
Shawty just gave me the slippery slop
I love black girls that listen to Rock
F*ck you thinking tryna put me in a box?

This ain't for containing, you stupid little ho
Ain't no point in saving when niggas up the score
I'm so good at sangin' the way I carry notes
They frame what I'm saying, treat that like paintings
This not a handout, we not relaying
Competition, all we do is dust it
I'm the type to hold her face and f*ck it
I'ma hold her hair up if she suck it

Leave her pussy looking like a musket
I'm really him, what the f*ck is assumption?
I was getting 5-star shit for my luncheon
Keep on giving me lip, I'ma bust it (yeah)
I don't really walk anywhere, I'ma float in (yeah)
I'm a real night mayor, bitch put your vote (yeah)
Niggas gonna flinch in the bitch, so I punch in (yeah)
I'm a keep on doing this shit 'til it soak in (yeah)
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Writer: Adrian Malik Waller, Dilip Venkatesh, Moises Estrada, Olawale Oluwatosin Onayemi
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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