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apollo paris - live fast die young كلمات أغنية

(let’s do this)

length i know (b_tch)
pants i know (b_tch)
legs i know (b_tch)
yeah. okay, okay

bills, bucks, style, time (b_tch)
job, rap, hope, i’m blackin’ out in ya (bi_b_tch)
live fast, die young (b_tch)
now, now, now, now, gotta live for (?) ya
bills, bucks, style, time
job, rap, hope, i’m blackin’ out in ya
live fast, die young
now, now, now, now, gotta live for ya

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son of a gun from birth
i’m ain’t smokin i blow up (blow up)
jacks are rockin my pulse, yeah
stardust bumpin my wrist, yeah
tentos down from my br__sts
and this b_tch with a life
lady, ain’t the color of your clothes
those rings are gloves
you should walk by the domingo
i suppose my blood
blame it on my shots
i ain’t lyin boys
i’m real but i talk

we are getting too high
glamour’s getting too bright
and it’s all i’m like
but fiction is my life
call me lucy, let’s see why
cause all i want is my

bills, bucks, style, timе
job, rap, hope, i’m blackin’ out in ya
live fast, die young
now, now, now, now, gotta livе for ya
bills, bucks, style, time
job, rap, hope, i’m blackin’ out in ya
live fast, die young
now, now, now, now, gotta live for ya

what these all be prayin’ for
blue hair, base of paper, what?
this is where i’m comin’ from
this ain’t a paris, y’all
chicks know what i’m layin’ down
bucks know what i’m stackin’ up
stick your fingers down my rump
you’ll see money comin’ wild
style fallin’ off, my book is out
book is out
i made it, made it, f_ck that
i be headed to the drop
i want a shot on this
i’m gettin’ it, gettin’ it
forever younger at the club, been 27, b_tch

down, down, live fast, die young
shots fired up
blows flying down
hands high now
legs wide now
b_tch, back swipe up

we are getting too high
glamour’s getting too bright
and it’s all i’m like
but fiction is my life
call me lucy, let’s see why
cause all i want is my

bills, bucks, style, time
job, rap, hope, i’m blackin’ out in ya
live fast, die young
now, now, now, now, gotta live for ya
bills, bucks, style, time
job, rap, hope, i’m blackin’ out in ya
live fast, die young
now, now, now, now, gotta live for ya
h_llo. hi lucy. god bless. yeah, it’s me. what? no, i’m not dead. yeah, i know, lucy, but you can’t judge a book by its cover

- apollo paris

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