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Paradise
by Kingever
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I walk up in that bitch I'm tryn cop that
I'm young as fuck so the jeweler keep on lookin back
My license out of state he think I'm tryna scam that
I pointed to the ring I told that bitch to read the tag
He lookin' at me crazy thinkin' I'm a red flag
He said a couple racks boi that's a light bag
I throw them racks up on the counter told him match that
I add them diamonds to my finger boi thats simple math
He lit he made a sell I told that bitch I won't be back
How I'm half his age but brodie he don't got no stash
I swerve off in my car I turned it on just from a app
Its a pound up in my car so I'm ready to do the dash
I'm in and out all day I'm makin plays like I'm Steve Nash
I'm noddin' off this drank my fingers hurt from countin' cash
I'm flyin' state to state my money spread just like a rash
I'm a rockstar my hood bitch 25 with face tats
She said I'm dripped out so now I'm bussin down that cat
They know I'm lit now I'm buyin' shit I never had
I told her sit down I really only want the head
Shoutout my lil' bro I taught him how that money spread
I walk up in that bitch I'm tryn cop that
I'm young as fuck so the jeweler keep on lookin back
My license out of state he think I'm tryna scam that
I pointed to the ring I told that bitch to read the tag
He lookin' at me crazy thinkin' I'm a red flag
He said a couple racks boy that's a light bag
I throw them racks up on the counter told him match that
I add them diamonds to my finger boy thats simple math
I walk up in that bitch I'm tryn cop that
I'm young as fuck so the jeweler keep on lookin back
My license out of state he think I'm tryna scam that
I pointed to the ring I told that bitch to read the tag
He lookin' at me crazy thinkin' I'm a red flag
He said a couple racks boi that's a light bag
I throw them racks up on the counter told him match that
I add them diamonds to my finger boi thats simple math
He lit he made a sell I told that bitch I won't be back
How I'm half his age but brodie he don't got no stash
I swerve off in my car I turned it on just from a app
Its a pound up in my car so I'm ready to do the dash
I'm in and out all day I'm makin plays like I'm Steve Nash
I'm noddin' off this drank my fingers hurt from countin' cash
I'm flyin' state to state my money spread just like a rash
I'm a rockstar my hood bitch 25 with face tats
She said I'm dripped out so now I'm bussin down that cat
They know I'm lit now I'm buyin' shit I never had
I told her sit down I really only want the head
Shoutout my lil' bro I taught him how that money spread
I walk up in that bitch I'm tryn cop that
I'm young as fuck so the jeweler keep on lookin back
My license out of state he think I'm tryna scam that
I pointed to the ring I told that bitch to read the tag
He lookin' at me crazy thinkin' I'm a red flag
He said a couple racks boy that's a light bag
I throw them racks up on the counter told him match that
I add them diamonds to my finger boy thats simple math
