Paris Cellings Lyrics

I don't trust a soul, I don't trust a soul nigga, I don't trust none of y'all niggas

Hey, people say that I sound like the old me

When all I needed was an ounce of some OG

A cool vibe, pretty face, and a dope beat

In a nice little space to keep it low key

Reppin' 704, we uptown with it

Yeah, we throw it up clean and come down with it

Brown nigga cause my last girl brown skinned it

Yeah, you know I'm bout to make my own sound with it

Yeah, they say I sound like the old me

When all I needed was an ounce of some OG

A cool vibe, pretty face, and a dope beat

In a nice little space to keep it low key

Reppin' 704, we uptown with it

Yeah, we throw it up clean and come down with it

Brown nigga cause my last girl brown skinned it

Yeah, you know I'm bout to make my own sound with it

This rap shit not a sprint, it's a marathon

Travel light, catch a flight, only carry on

You can strip while I sip on this Perrion

And later on, I can hit like Barry Bonds

Light brown, 10 C's like heroin

And they don't come high like I'ma add it on

Skin soft, you can tell she wear Avalon

Later on, we goin' ham, no Farrakhan

New teeth in, white light Paris Hilton

New crib, French doors with the Paris ceilings

Bust down AP with the carrot fillings

Top down AC, I can barely feel it

Kinda bread that I never had to improvise

Low key, but I do like to emphasize

Playboy bunny bout to meet the Energize

The car go in my garage, not Enterprise

She act tough, but the money make her feminize

Yeah, I had to switch it up like Gemini

The mohos from high school wouldn't recognize

And when they do, screw face like Vanilla Sky

This the flow that you know they had to televise

Seen a snake in the grass with the yellow eyes

Married bitch came along and she let me slide

And we know she did wrong, but she felt alive

People say that I sound like the old me

When all I needed was an ounce of some OG

A cool vibe, pretty face, and a dope beat

And a nice lil' space to keep it low key

Reppin' 704, we uptown with it

Yeah, we throw it up clean and come down with it

Brown liquor cause my last girl brown skin it

Yeah, you know I'm bout to make my own sound with it

Fast car, open road, hit a buck ten

Got green on my mind like a duck's head

Bad bitches heated, pool dog enough said

She said she need to twist up like rough dreads

Got your baby mama here tryna jump fence

You should see the money stackin' like bunk beds

Big gun, clap hard like rough sex

It ain't hard to tell, bruh, yeah, I'm up next

You need me cause there's no one similar

Need a nine, then I got two in the car

Nine million, the number nine rated broad

Movie made about me would be rated R

Got a PYT in her favorite bra

Yeah, I'm cool, but I go ahead, take it off

Tryna argue in the whip, I'ma make her walk

Girl, you not about to mess up my favorite car

People say that I sound like the old me

When all I needed was an ounce of some OG

A cool vibe, pretty face, and a dope beat

And a nice little space to keep it low key

Reppin' 704, we uptown with it

Yeah, we throw it up clean and come down with it

Brown liquor cause my last girl brown skin it

Yeah, you know I'm bout to make my own sound with it

They say I sound like the old me

When all I needed was an ounce of some OG

A cool vibe, pretty face, and a dope beat

And a nice little space to keep it low key

Reppin' 704, we uptown with it

Yeah, we throw it up clean and come down with it

Brown liquor cause my last girl brown skin it

Yeah, you know I'm bout to make my own sound with it

I've always been a cold nigga

Yeah, I don't trust a soul nigga

Yeah, I don't trust a soul, no, no

I've always been a cold nigga

I've always been a cold one, yo