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lirik lagu joey fatts - paradise

[verse 1: joey fatts]
two n-ggas can’t fit no casket, so i’ma ask this
how can you act like i’m some self-centered b-st-rd? i need a meal momma
i need a mill, and that sh-t don’t fit on a platter so i need a deal or i’ma rob and k!ll for the bread, leave a n-gga’s brains plastered
like none of that sh-t matter
i gotta get this money right, i gotta get this cake up
i’m tryna cop these brand new nikes, i’m tryna get my hair cut
f-ck n-gga be aware of us, the b-tch n-gga predators
treat a n-gga like a ho, backhand like roger federer
smokin’ dope in the ’87 regal, n-ggas out trappin’ like it’s legal
plottin’ on c notes
so many shots i’m callin’, keys lookin’ like piles of pollen
and n-gga took a loss now, back to ballin’
a n-gga been chillin’ with spalding often
i bet my ex wish she’d have answered my calls then
cause now we can f-ck and we ain’t even together
say suck my d-ck and hoes think that’s clever
cause a n-gga the man and b-tches see this cheddar
she says (?) better, i say you can’t do better
cause you let me f-ck the first time that i met her
on the road to the gold, i’mma do it n-gga
don’t flush that toilet, i got sh-t to prove n-gga

[hook: joey fatts]
i’ve been strugglin’ all my life, i’ve been hustlin’ all my life
momma scufflin’ all my life, n-gga welcome to paradise
i’ve been strugglin’ all my life, i’ve been hustlin’ all my life
momma scufflin’ all my life, n-gga welcome to paradise
but i love this sh-t, but i love this sh-t
if it wasn’t for this i wouldn’t be sh-t, boy n-gga love this sh-t
boy i love this sh-t, late night drummin’ sh-t
if it wasn’t for this i wouldn’t be sh-t, boy n-gga love this sh-t

[verse 2: a$ton matthews]
bullets rang out
mommie, daddy, and my cousins all livin’ in the same house
they ain’t tryna make a k!llin’, they just tryna make a livin’
why i see them one day in prison, uh
fears of the (?) of being deported
pray for our dinner (?), straight out of the gutter we started
(?) drill zone
little less (?) meal with the k!ll phone
real n-ggas in the field fair, catching bodies in some big wheels
(?) make me feel lil
homicide through the windshield
lil blood on the pavement ain’t a big deal
(?) and the devil’s watchin’
momma b-tchin’ but the bricks flockin’
my pocket’s hurtin’ but there’s (?) knots in it
so i’mma sell these o’s until they give my -ss a better option
on the block with the same k!llers, drop a opp with the same k!llers
(?) pop with the same k!llers, mix the 8 with the pain k!llers
they got the feelin’s cause they can’t k!ll us
in the middle of pots p-ssed and shots missed
caught one but i dropped six
three figures down, (?) tied with the lock-wrist
cut throat gang, not a n-gga breathing gonna stop this

[hook: joey fatts]

[verse 3: waka flocka flame]
what would i be without this mary jane?
well, without this mary jane
diamonds all in this d-mn rain
just bought this brand new chain
who told ya’ll money don’t grow on trees?
well i made a livin’ off sellin’ peas
on the interstate, tryna get the cake
everyday i’m chasin’ these felonies
i’ve been strugglin’ all my life just to live in paradise
took a gamble like a pair of dice, get it? pair of dice
couldn’t find a job so i hustled hard for these pair of nikes
made some bad decisions, never had no one (?) share advice
came a long way from the n-gga gettin’ fronted to the n-gga fronting all the work in the streets
tired of being broke, nothin’ worser than me
used to cop from a man now he workin’ for me
i used to sleep on the floors, now my house got nine rooms in it
i’ve been hustlin’ all my life, now the compet-tion can’t beat my ticket

[hook: joey fatts]

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