PARIS

Paris, ay

Stay fly dreaming bout paris, ay

Hop out the hole like a rabbit, ay

With a mask and a glock like a bandit, ay

Paris, ay

Wish I could wake up in paris, ay

Split the sugar from the candy, ay

Randy manny not handy, ay

Red flowers and wet towers and death sour in Paris

I took off my fake name talking bout the fame game talking bout cars and chasis

I killed these niggas then spliff these cigas then killed that nigga called Harris