paris geek lyrics

[Intro: Redda]
‎Yeah, huh, yeah (Is that eliesg?)
Huh, yeah, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, yeah (Damn, SHAZY, this sh*t fire)
Huh, yeah, huh, yeah

[Chorus: Redda]
Huh, I'm in Paris with a bad ass b*tch, yeah, we goin' insane
Huh, I just got off the plane, you know I was sippin' that 'Pane (Yeah, yeah)
Huh, young Redda in New York, I'm rappin', I'm spittin' that pain (Huh)
Do this sh*t for myself, don't care 'bout the money or fame (Uh-uh)

[Verse 1: Redda]
Yeah, I feel like we all dead, yeah, we died back in 2012 (Huh)
To tell you the truth, I feel like we all live in hell (Huh)
I keep doin' these drugs every day, yеah, I know I need some help (Huh)
Yeah, nobody don't likе you no more, you a old book on the shelf
You know I be sippin' that red, no green
Yeah, you know I'm in love with the lean
I got Givenchy, the Louis, the Rick, lil' b*tch, and I got Celine
I been doin' it all by myself, no, I don't need nobody, I don't need a team
I don't even think that need them drugs, no, I don't need the Percs or the lean (Yeah)

[Chorus: Redda & zodiak]
Huh, I'm in Paris with a bad ass b*tch, yeah, we goin' insane
Huh, I just got off the plane, you know I was sippin' that 'Pane (Yeah, yeah) (Ooh)
Huh, young Redda in New York, I'm rappin', I'm spittin' that pain (Huh) (Yeah)
Do this sh*t for myself, don't care 'bout the money or fame (Uh) (Yeah)
[Verse 2: zodiak]
Yeah, yeah, I'm off of that 90 right now and I'm sippin' some plain (Yeah, yeah)
All these hoes know my name (Yeah)
Sippin' that drank up on the plane, yeah (Yeah)
We in Paris, France, and we f*ckin' on yo' thotty (Yeah, yeah)
I got guns around me, n*gga, you just know my body (Yeah, woah)
Off a 90 Oxy', n*gga, I can't open eyelids (Ooh, ooh)
Plug just pulled up, you know that sh*t, that be perfect timin' (Ooh-ooh, timin', yeah)
Yeah, I pop this Perc' and sip the drank and then my mind switch (Yeah, yeah)
If it ain't about the money, I don't care about it (Care about it, yeah)
Makin' money off my hobby (Yeah)
Celine store and I'm sippin' on some slimy (Sippin' on some slimy)
I got real mob ties, all my n*ggas hella grimy (n*ggas hella grimy)
b*tch just met me, now that ho just wanna top me, yeah (Wanna top me)
I be swagged out than a motherf*cker, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
All the n*ggas 'round me is my blood brothers, yeah (Uh, yeah, yeah)
I be breakin' bread, I'm sippin' mud with you (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, underground kings, they can't f*ck with us (They can't f*ck with us)
Yeah, fly to Paris, France, it feel luxurious (It feel luxurious)
Yeah, soon as I sit down, I'm tryna f*ck some sh*t, yeah (Tryna, uh)
Out of country, yeah, we sippin' drank, we gettin' right, yeah (Yeah, uh)
I'm too pretty, I got n*ggas if you wanna fight, yeah (Wanna fight, yeah)
On the way to show all my n*ggas, got that fire (Got that fire)
Put a hex on n*ggas, talk to the devil, f*ck yo' life up (f*ck yo' life up)
Three Percs and some drank, yeah, that sh*t get me right, yeah (Right, yeah)
Might need another one, yeah, might need another one