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Paris Texas - Split-Screen Lyrics



Paris Texas - Split-Screen Lyrics
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(Die, who wanna die?)

We had to take a lil' while with this shit, had to figure it out
Bet you gon' fold under pressure, lil' boy, when them figures is out
F*ck all that rock shit, my nigga, we letting this nigga shit out
Why would I hear any back talk when I got my dick in her mouth? (Yeah)

In school I was made fun of
For the way I talk my grammar
I'm African like Bambaattaa
Bet they all love hearing me now
Bet them same ones lovin' our sound
Stayin' at home was a problem
I was playin' games, running through albums
Meanwhile, my grades would suffer
Ay, ay, ay, did that shit for a whole summer
Know my parents thought that was a bummer
And I might catch salmonella
All this chicken that I touch, ooh, raw
And some women that I f*cked too raw
Niggas wanna play a game I saw
Now it's blood all over these walls
Ay, ay, ay, In my past life I was a otter
Way I backstroke in that water
Overseas, hey, pardon my manners
This shit magic pardon my mana
The swag they steal like armor
Got blues around my collar
But I still feel I gotta work harder

We had to take a lil' while with this shit, had to figure it out
Bet you gon' fold under pressure, lil' boy, when them figures is out
F*ck all that rock shit, my nigga, we letting this nigga shit out
Why would I hear any back talk when I got my dick in her mouth?

Bottles on bottles on bottles on bottles, I f*cked up my kidney
You talking that bullshit, my nigga, my nigga, you cannot get rid me
I cannot f*ck with them niggas no more, them niggas is iffy, uh
I do not f*ck with one hundred no more, better keep it one-fifty, uh
I had no roof over my head, don't believe in ceilings, huh
Had to plot in silence, niggas couldn't hear this villain, huh
Walked up in the building, had one hand up on my phallus, huh
Walked up in the building, treat this bitch like it's my palace, huh
Better come near me with good intentions, not no mallace, huh
Trust me I know niggas that bang harder than a mallet, huh
Gave my bitch some shrooms, now she starting to feel like Alice, huh
Trippin' on me easy just because she think I'm valid

We had to take a lil' while with this shit, had to figure it out
Bet you gon' fold under pressure, lil' boy, when them figures is out
F*ck all that rock shit, my nigga, we letting this nigga shit out
Why would I hear any back talk when I got my dick in her mouth?
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(Die, who wanna die?)

We had to take a lil' while with this shit, had to figure it out
Bet you gon' fold under pressure, lil' boy, when them figures is out
F*ck all that rock shit, my nigga, we letting this nigga shit out
Why would I hear any back talk when I got my dick in her mouth? (Yeah)

In school I was made fun of
For the way I talk my grammar
I'm African like Bambaattaa
Bet they all love hearing me now
Bet them same ones lovin' our sound
Stayin' at home was a problem
I was playin' games, running through albums
Meanwhile, my grades would suffer
Ay, ay, ay, did that shit for a whole summer
Know my parents thought that was a bummer
And I might catch salmonella
All this chicken that I touch, ooh, raw
And some women that I f*cked too raw
Niggas wanna play a game I saw
Now it's blood all over these walls
Ay, ay, ay, In my past life I was a otter
Way I backstroke in that water
Overseas, hey, pardon my manners
This shit magic pardon my mana
The swag they steal like armor
Got blues around my collar
But I still feel I gotta work harder

We had to take a lil' while with this shit, had to figure it out
Bet you gon' fold under pressure, lil' boy, when them figures is out
F*ck all that rock shit, my nigga, we letting this nigga shit out
Why would I hear any back talk when I got my dick in her mouth?

Bottles on bottles on bottles on bottles, I f*cked up my kidney
You talking that bullshit, my nigga, my nigga, you cannot get rid me
I cannot f*ck with them niggas no more, them niggas is iffy, uh
I do not f*ck with one hundred no more, better keep it one-fifty, uh
I had no roof over my head, don't believe in ceilings, huh
Had to plot in silence, niggas couldn't hear this villain, huh
Walked up in the building, had one hand up on my phallus, huh
Walked up in the building, treat this bitch like it's my palace, huh
Better come near me with good intentions, not no mallace, huh
Trust me I know niggas that bang harder than a mallet, huh
Gave my bitch some shrooms, now she starting to feel like Alice, huh
Trippin' on me easy just because she think I'm valid

We had to take a lil' while with this shit, had to figure it out
Bet you gon' fold under pressure, lil' boy, when them figures is out
F*ck all that rock shit, my nigga, we letting this nigga shit out
Why would I hear any back talk when I got my dick in her mouth?
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Writer: Adrian Waller, Wale Onayemi, Dilip Venkatesh, Romil Hemnani
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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