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jace! - paranoid كلمات أغنية

[chorus]
hey yo ren, turn that up

new diamonds for my wrist
new srt, put that on the road, yeah i’m finna make it sing
n_ggas don’t got no business tal’m bout money
they should’ve count me out, that’s funny
he sendin 308, start runnin’
he know i’m on his trail, he paranoid (he paranoid)
we get em pumped like steroids
supercharged the whip is makin’ noise
i’m gon get up where i send ’em jack boys
that’s your chain, huh, it’s gone
yo main, shooter, that b_tch gone
he can’t hold up once we do ’em wrong

[verse 1]
baguettes, flood the wrist
we gon’ get up with that b_tch he dead, huh
remember what you said, huh
he says it’s money, on my head, take it back
you better on savin’ it up
fox 4 gon’ know me, homicide gon’ know me
gang unit gon’ know us when [dee ?] step on your homie
they got a lot to say about me, uh
facetime when the time pass
do you want smoke with us, or you ‘gon keep on hidin’
you don’t want smoke with us, we ‘gon keep on firin’
[bridge]
do you want smoke with us, or you ‘gon keep on hidin’
you don’t want smoke with us, we ‘gon keep on firin’ (… been goin’ on)
do you want smoke with us, or you ‘gon keep on hidin’
you don’t want smoke with us, we ‘gon keep on firin’
like, i’m really not finna play with you

[verse 2]
mama said i was hard headed, i’m on the road working
i don’t need a hard head, now i got [long fatty ?]
i’m bleedin’ streets for longevity
balenciaga and [baguetti ?], i’m ready
i don’t need a contract, i’ll go and do it myself
my shooter love me he don’t care ’bout the wealth
the d.a. on me, they be spying on me like an elf on the shelf
the brain’s so good, i might put a name on the shelf
my shooter love me he don’t care ’bout the k
knock it off, all he want is a k
choppa sing, want go broadway
get ’em now, the broad day

[chorus]
new diamonds for my wrist
new srt, put that on the road, yeah i’m finna make it sing
n_ggas don’t got no business tal’m bout money
they should’ve count me out, that’s funny
he sendin 308, start runnin’
he know i’m on his trail, he paranoid (he paranoid)
we get em pumped like steroids
supercharged the whip is makin’ noise
i’m gon get up where i send ’em jack boys
that’s your chain, huh, it’s gone
yo main, shooter, that b_tch gone
he can’t hold up once we do ’em wrong

- jace

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