Shane Eagle, Nasty C – “PARIS” Lyrics

[Verse 1]

I flew my mama to

[Verse 2]

I flew my mama to Paris

She used to stay on the street (Street)

I bought myself a new chain

It cost like forty apiece (Flawless)

I haven’t been home in a while

So I spent a crib on my teeth (Teeth)

Got money trees in the bag

I’m just gon’ sow what I reap, huh huh

[Verse 3]

Nothing is real

And none of these **** is realer than me

Nikki just called me, told me

“Fuck all these ****

Just be who you destined to be” (Fuck ’em)

I got the city on thousand degrees

Elevate, elevate, dizzy got speed

This is that level these rappers can’t reach

This is that practice shit that you preach

Tell me shit that I don’t know

Bitch I like just like a photo

Came in the game with my old bros

Now that I’m on we all on (Those are my ****)

I know that God got my back

I talk to God all the time

I ain’t got no plan B

I put this all on the line

Look at the traction (Traction)

Look at what happened (Bitch)

Heard that these **** don’t sell any tickets

So how they went platinum? Yeah

I am the GOAT on the low

I keep the guns on the floor

I used to sleep all on the floor

Now I hear the round of applause

So I flew myself out to Paris

Now I be running the streets (Streets)

I sent some bread to these ****

Now they be actin’ like leeches (Leeches)

**** be buggin’ for features

But I’m like way out of reach (Reach)

You don’t hear the round of applause

My ****, just take you a seat

[Verse 4]

Me and these rappers ain’t really friends

I don’t be taking their calls

I make ’em talk to the middle man

He won’t pass me their message at all

You know I got love for my real fans

But I’m cursing them off of my yard

I can’t be signing no autographs

I got too much kush in my garage

I don’t want no attention from my neighbours

I don’t wanna make friends with a cop

You get your nose wiped in a second

You call out my fuckin’ name in the dark

Washing my pinky ring in Cîroc

Bitch, you can’t hold my hand, hold the cock

Kickin’ it at the top, gettin’ top

Me and the gang, party on the charts

I am a pussy man, you are a pussy ****

I told the hoe I’m not a fisherman

I say that ’cause the pussy stinkin’

Made a M on my vocab

I got rich with my dictionary

Put them diamonds on twelve teeth

I require a different fairy

I despise a snitch ****

I’ma tell Tom to kill Jerry

Pourin’ up for the dead homies (OT)

Do a show at the cemetery

Let ’em diss me, I’ll never hear it

He a bitch, he ain’t never scared

Call him out for the commentary

Fuck his mom if it’s necessary

Do him dirty, no sanitary, Tall Racks

[Verse 5]

I flew my mama to Paris

She used to stay on the street

I bought myself a new chain

It cost like forty apiece

I haven’t been home in a while

So I spent a crib on my teeth

Got money trees in the bag

I’m just gon’ sow what I reap, huh huh

[Verse 6]

Sit the fuck down, ****

You don’t hear the round of applause

My ****, just take you a seat

I heard that new shit and it’s weak

You **** sound just like my niece

(Yeah, you **** sound just like my niece, yeah)

Look, fuck your feelings, this is how I’m feeling

Whirlwind and **** didn’t see the vision

They pretended and now it’s too late

Signal sent around the globe, it’s a tide

I watched these **** switch sides

And then I watched ’em switch deals

They couldn’t do it by themselves

Askin’ me how it feel (Bitch)

Song Credits:

Composition & Lyrics

Keith Karimi Wanjuri

Composer

Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobo

Lyricist

Shane Patrick Hughes

Lyricist

Sources

Eagle Entertainment