Chris Miles - Young Kids In Paris lyrics

Intro: Ah Yeah, Cause the last one I had was like 5 songs so.. Verse: It's that back on my grind flow I'm in the co*kpit you a co*kroach I'll be honest I'm about to go Off the edge like geronim Gotta lot to do so pardon me I'm throwing rappers right off the beat Man I be hotter than arsonists That's why your girl got my songs on repeat I oughta be in that top spot I will not stop til I cop guap Like chop chop til my legs crack And till I got a mil in my bank account Like yea Young Kids in paris We stayin flyer than parrots You can perish if you gotta problem Cuz we do us it's apparent And apparently I'm the bomb why because I is real (israel) Mess around the kid I turn you chickens to kid's meal I been ill forget ya vaccinations I'm doin good but they mad and hatin I'm swaggin out till my head is aching I'm the one and only you a replication Murder all my enemies From NY to tennesee With tendency to wreck the beat If you step to me you will rest in peace Tell ye and jay I got it Your tank on empty like my pockets Cuz at the moment I don't make no profit But think about everything that I could accomplish I just pick up where I left off This is how I roll you a wrecked car Man ima keep flowing my brains out Till I blow up like a time bomb Ima rhyme on to the finish I been tryna make it in the game for a minute People crowd around when the little kid spit it Now im making big moves yea its time to get with it Trick I'm going off like loaded weapons We goin stupid yea so demented I run the game like the olympics And oh yea did I mention My skin lighter than miley's new hairdue Claiming that you fly where ya parachute I step up in the building HATERS I'm doing damage Chris miles out the cage getting let loose Ima lit fuse when I start rhyming Yea I'm big news man I'm headlining The locnus monster inside of your ipod Don't close your eye lids Fix your posture when I speak to you Yea this is what I'm here to do Man I have the game on lock and I got the keys Like alicia do I'm creaming dudes you should get at me I'm in ya face like bad acne Chris Miles is in paris boy And we goin up like terrodactles Ya'll cannot battle with this real flow I f with jacksons like rico I'm headed to the top, tryna cop some green Till my pockets fat like celo Outro: That ish cray Ain't it mane What she order Oh the waiter hasn't come yet, oh alright