Paradise ft. Wiz Khalifa Letra
Berner
Paradise ft. Wiz Khalifa lyrics
I party like a rockstar, let the Benz fishtail
All out the window, I got it off a fish scale
Rollie with the big face, now I need the gold one
Timepiece piece crazy, girl, I got a cold one
When my car all cloudy let the A/C blast
I don’t need love, baby, pay me cash
First of the month,
when them fiends come I’m hot like a rock sale
Cocktails – red bean and oxtail
Three phones I’m trying to get a key sold
Weed smoke in the air, no diesel
We grow, shit you never seen, so
Rose Clicquot, the shit you gotta drink slow
All in my cup, bitch, I ain’t on no fucked shit
I just want a pretty dime piece that’ll suck dick
I just want a big fat crib and a race car
Thirty-five pounds by the window of my AR
I got a fresh new stash of endless cash
They try and tell me that this shit won’t last
I got two new whips and a brand new pad
They try and tell me that this shit won’t last
I just gotta slow down they say I move too fast
They try and tell me that this shit won’t last
I like lobster, crabs and poppin’ tags
They try and tell me that this shit won’t last
Berner, what up, nigga?
Wake up, grab some cake, hit it raw and bake up
Check my Twitter little niggas still follow what I say
Sayin’ that they know that it’s real so they put the fake up
Eight million Taylors later, niggas gon’ hate us
I’m always rocking that JOYRICH
I pull up in a Porshe 911 you still drivin’ that boy shit
Smellin’ like the shit I just smoked
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Jealous ’cause you livin’ life broke
Mad ’cause my niggas all paid
Ridin’ to some shit I just wrote
High like I was back in seventh grade
When my cousin first passed me that dope
Now I just pull up, valet
That’s my man he know I got the hook up
Hoppin’ out, #6 Jays, fly niggas look up
We the gang if you a hater go die with ‘em
If you not come, get high with us
I got a fresh new stash of endless cash
They try and tell me that this shit won’t last
I got two new whips and a brand new pad
They try and tell me that this shit won’t last
I just gotta slow down they say I move too fast
They try and tell me that this shit won’t last
I like lobster, crabs and poppin’ tags
They try and tell me that this shit won’t last
I say hoe… think twice
‘Cause if you roll the joint for me,
then it better be right, better be right
I say hoe… think twice
If you roll the joint for me,
then it better be right, better be right, be right, be right…
If you roll the joint for me,
then it better be right, better be right, be right, be right…
If you roll the joint for me,
then it better be right, better be right…
I got a fresh new stash of endless cash
They try and tell me that this shit won’t last
I got two new whips and a brand new pad
They try and tell me that this shit won’t last
I just gotta slow down they say I move too fast
They try and tell me that this shit won’t last
I like lobster, crabs and poppin’ tags
They try and tell me that this shit won’t last
