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lirik lagu jay nice & ru$h - hand made in paris

[verse 1: ru$h]
uh
and why would i be scared of y’all? i’m airin’ your dawg (woo)
tell your guy, “don’t be afraid”, like aaron hall (that’s a fendi)
on top of the world, baby, livin’ without a care at all (uh)
flawless verse, it’s not a error, naw (woo)
i’m movin’ a bird ~ that’s sayin’ somethin’, like when a parrot talk (uh)
ribeyes prepared with the salt (woo)
ru$h dollar sign and jay nice, it’s flair and the don (uh)
we hustle; it’s not a race, it’s a marathon (that’s a fendi)
i’m in the off~white apparel, she in [?]
just left london, i’m on a paris call
i’m armed wit’ a arm (uh), it was on the arm
it’ll really hit you on the arm and prob’ly tear it off (woo)
i will put the heat to your wig like a hair salon (grr~r~rt)
with a supreme new era on
the fans like, “ru$h launchin’ a air assault
he told you on famili 1, he’ll air us all”
[verse 2: stove god cooks]
waa
both hands in the pot doin’ the powder press (go)
washer full of money, i left twenty~thousand in my prada pair (haha)
should be proud of where i’m at
compared to when i was dancin’ on a pack
told them broke n~ggas, “pardon my back”
jumped on a jet and i was outta there (i was gone)
“sh~t, i wish you were still here” (i bet you do)
i told her, “take a deep breath, baby, god is in the air”
i’m everywhere, they ain’t never there (they ain’t never there)
said, “don’t step on a crack, you’ll break your mother’s back”
that’s not a fact (haha)
matter fact, it had me courtside watchin’ the lakers play the mavericks (haha, i’m lit)
i really did it, i’m really different (go)
i don’t buy sh~t to take pictures with it
i’m really livin’ (we really do this)
thirteen bricks in the living room, plastic breakin’, givin’ it to ’em (ah)
feds outside, takin’ pictures with the zoom lens
we still got the spot boomin’
and we don’t give a f~ck
stove

[verse 3: jay nice]
grr~r~rt grr~r~rt
i never felt failure
my whole career, i been a runnin’ giant like l. taylor
out in l.a. ballin’ on my old~school wave, n~gga, i’m elgin baylor (woo)
drug dealin’ movie maker, call me spike flee
i put mad fishscale in the trailer (east side)
i ship it off, boy, i’m a real sailor, wholesaler
avoidin’ twelve because they’ll try to steel jail ya (f~ck the cops)
man, word on road it’s hard for you n~ggas to even move a gram
it’s flair flytalker, my aliases did the fusion dance (woo)
who the man? b~tch, this is a group plan
my shooters is too advanced
the clip sit so long that they gotta use a stand
jay put the silent bob on it to mute the blam (shh)
b~tch, i’m the new cam (n~gga)
make sure you get my f~ckin’ pool in the back and the views of the land
be careful, because i’m prepared to air the tool with the sizzlin’ barrel (it’s hot)
so either i’ma spare you or i’ma goldberg spear you, n~gga (right)
put you in the trunk, n~gga, i’ma spare you
get the f~ck outta here, man
it’s flair
[verse 4: tha god fahim]
every chance i get to rhyme, i’ma take it
my team never fakin’
my team get the cream, my esteem steady raisin’
no, i ain’t into bacon (nah), in studios debatin’
i produce from the mind, so i’m constantly creatin’
from rags to riches, i’m into cleanup, doin’ the dishes
and takin’ in cash, not leavin’ crumbs, ’cause i’m vicious
don’t bite the hand that feeds you, that’s the rule of the wise
i break demonic ties, paid my dues, i survive
my legacy is sealed with a stamp of authentic
i got it out the gravel, so they steady try to mimic
i walk in my reality, ain’t with no type of gimmick
i’ll turn you to a casualty and ain’t no way to heal it

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