KidRicky, Teereh - PARADISE lyrics
[KidRicky, Teereh - PARADISE lyrics]
Lil bitch, lil bitch, let me analyze
You motherfuckers rapping like
You've gotten paralyzed
Cruel summer, I be speaking in a new tone
Get the Fuck out my way, this my paradise
So strange they keep ignoring what I say
Laughing to the graveyard
Going to buy you a place
Who else wanna fucking die?
Yeah we spray spray
Black stripe on a fucking pic
Then we get it framed
If I say it then I mean it
Bitch I don't joke
I be smoking on my ops, but I don't smoke
Don't you wait for me to fall
I ain't going broke
Turn on friendly fire bitch, Gabriel Rorke
Y'all hoes never see me, John Cena
Blood on your shirt and in my eyes, GodZilla
They gotta be happy for their life
God's with them
They call me the grim reaper hoe, mob killa
Wah gwaan, wah gwaan
Wah gwaan? Since we took to another
Level hoes be sending shots
But we taking shots and you might
Catch me dancing in a club
Or dancing in a party, since
You shadowing the mob
WAH GWAAN?!
Playing with the rookies ain't no fun
Who let these bitches in? They see
The show And get stunned
Nosey dummies in this shit
Stevie's better get some Job
Better not be in my scope
Cause the hitman's missing none
BOMBOCLAAT!
Sopranos, we been getting fucked up
What's up?
Pistol whip your hoe and all your homies
Getting crushed up
More Money more power more eyez on us
Three freak hoes in the backseat gone nuts
Y'all hoes never see me, John Cena
Blood on your shirt and in my eyes, GodZilla
They gotta be happy for their life
God's with them
They call me the grim reaper hoe, mob killa
You motherfuckers rapping like
You've gotten paralyzed
Cruel summer, I be speaking in a new tone
Get the Fuck out my way, this my paradise
So strange they keep ignoring what I say
Laughing to the graveyard
Going to buy you a place
Who else wanna fucking die?
Yeah we spray spray
Black stripe on a fucking pic
Then we get it framed
If I say it then I mean it
Bitch I don't joke
I be smoking on my ops, but I don't smoke
Don't you wait for me to fall
I ain't going broke
Turn on friendly fire bitch, Gabriel Rorke
Y'all hoes never see me, John Cena
Blood on your shirt and in my eyes, GodZilla
They gotta be happy for their life
God's with them
They call me the grim reaper hoe, mob killa
Wah gwaan, wah gwaan
Wah gwaan? Since we took to another
Level hoes be sending shots
But we taking shots and you might
Catch me dancing in a club
Or dancing in a party, since
You shadowing the mob
WAH GWAAN?!
Playing with the rookies ain't no fun
Who let these bitches in? They see
The show And get stunned
Nosey dummies in this shit
Stevie's better get some Job
Better not be in my scope
Cause the hitman's missing none
BOMBOCLAAT!
Sopranos, we been getting fucked up
What's up?
Pistol whip your hoe and all your homies
Getting crushed up
More Money more power more eyez on us
Three freak hoes in the backseat gone nuts
Y'all hoes never see me, John Cena
Blood on your shirt and in my eyes, GodZilla
They gotta be happy for their life
God's with them
They call me the grim reaper hoe, mob killa