Paradise/Hell Songtext
von K2B
Paradise/Hell Songtext
Paradise
Where I′m from Where I'm from
This shit be paradise
Dior Shades Balenciaga
This shit paradise
Party all day and night
This shit be paradise
My city a paradise
G Wagon Rolls Royce in my entourage
Hanging out in clubs we used to hang out in garage
Money fixing every problem you can′t sabotage
Made so many memories man I can make a collage
Party everyday man we be pouring up shots
Pull up with my homie and he brought a lot of thots
We got girls sucking dick and bending over at our spots
After doing all that shit we gonna go and smoke pot
We spend a k everyday cuh money's not tight
We put business first like it's a fucking flight
But we still have fun cuh we make dirty sprite
But homie be careful where you chill at night
Cuh it can be hell
Where I′m from
Where I′m from
Where I'm from
It can be hell
Where I′m from
Where I'm from
Where I′m from
It can be hell
Where I'm from
Where I′m from
Where I'm from
It can be hell
This shit be hell
Yeah Black timbs feeling like Christian Bale
Send my homie around he gon make you dwell
Black bally on so homie you can't tell
He gon put you on a bed you won′t get well
I be on top of this shit just like a mobster
All I do is fucking fly like a helicopter
My gang gon eat u up just like a lobster
I got shawties in there too and I don′t stop her
Mob Ties done some shit for mob ties
Homie is a robber but all he does is just rob lives
In some other words man you can call this shit just homicide
Man you know don't fuck with us cause anyday we gonna slide
89 where I′m at
With my homies ain't no rats
All my Gs got them straps
Run this shit like some laps
Deal with traps and wiretaps
But we never gon collapse
This where I′m from ain't no cap
Where I′m from ain't no cap
It can be hell
Where I'm from
Where I′m from
Where I′m from
It can be hell
Where I'm from
Where I′m from
Where I'm from
It can be hell
Where I′m from
Where I'm from
Where I′m from
It can be hell
This shit be hell
Yeah Black timbs feeling like Christian Bale
Send my homie around he gon make you dwell
Black bally on so homie you can't tell
He gon put you on a bed you won't get well
Where I′m from Where I'm from
This shit be paradise
Dior Shades Balenciaga
This shit paradise
Party all day and night
This shit be paradise
My city a paradise
G Wagon Rolls Royce in my entourage
Hanging out in clubs we used to hang out in garage
Money fixing every problem you can′t sabotage
Made so many memories man I can make a collage
Party everyday man we be pouring up shots
Pull up with my homie and he brought a lot of thots
We got girls sucking dick and bending over at our spots
After doing all that shit we gonna go and smoke pot
We spend a k everyday cuh money's not tight
We put business first like it's a fucking flight
But we still have fun cuh we make dirty sprite
But homie be careful where you chill at night
Cuh it can be hell
Where I′m from
Where I′m from
Where I'm from
It can be hell
Where I′m from
Where I'm from
Where I′m from
It can be hell
Where I'm from
Where I′m from
Where I'm from
It can be hell
This shit be hell
Yeah Black timbs feeling like Christian Bale
Send my homie around he gon make you dwell
Black bally on so homie you can't tell
He gon put you on a bed you won′t get well
I be on top of this shit just like a mobster
All I do is fucking fly like a helicopter
My gang gon eat u up just like a lobster
I got shawties in there too and I don′t stop her
Mob Ties done some shit for mob ties
Homie is a robber but all he does is just rob lives
In some other words man you can call this shit just homicide
Man you know don't fuck with us cause anyday we gonna slide
89 where I′m at
With my homies ain't no rats
All my Gs got them straps
Run this shit like some laps
Deal with traps and wiretaps
But we never gon collapse
This where I′m from ain't no cap
Where I′m from ain't no cap
It can be hell
Where I'm from
Where I′m from
Where I′m from
It can be hell
Where I'm from
Where I′m from
Where I'm from
It can be hell
Where I′m from
Where I'm from
Where I′m from
It can be hell
This shit be hell
Yeah Black timbs feeling like Christian Bale
Send my homie around he gon make you dwell
Black bally on so homie you can't tell
He gon put you on a bed you won't get well
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