ChrisL - n***a's In Paris (Remix) lyrics

Letterman jacket on, jays stay retro like babylon Gotta white girl, that get her casper on, she blowin from her soul like a saxophone She just wanna be tagged in the photo so she tag along 16... mama mad that im never home But I got hoes, I got shows, lotta sh** that I needa do Even more haters that I gotta prove... wrong They hear me at the redlight bumpin in a car sayin whos song?! Yeah that'd be chrisl , chrisl, chrisl Tatted in ya girls brain cells, brain cells, I raise hell, raise hell Like im elevatin levatatin from the inner core take of tour of the planet Damn it there they go stealin my flow like a bandit Im young but I hand it land it stick it n***as make wishes that compare to these b**hes that he be hittin me wit digits But they all fallin short like im f**in wit some midgets Told the competition that they better listen, if they tryna move up Like humpity dump she gotta aloota her trunk so I humpity hump Told the b**h im the sh** so I could give a f** if she tryna dump Damn... stupid c*nt... She goes first down. But now im blowin so she wanna kick it? f** a punt She give me head, then lemme hit it.. s**a punch n***a powpowpow. Got j and k sayin ow ow ow. A n***a done k**ed it Creatin my own legacy, even bob couldn't build it Old friends used to be to cool, ironic im who they wanna chill wit I took a stand at yall hatas, now at my shows u still sit Got ya girl s**in out that white like a hostess... told me she ain't even tryna bill this... (Boston) n***a restaurants. She want it so bad , country music could be our s** song Im next on,like a new born, yall better prepare witt that carriage Watchin u n***as tryna get on my level From the eifiel tower... im just that king in paris