From Paris

My price is going up
I ain't gon sell it
Your girl be showing up
I ain't gon tell it
Ride my wave
We parasailing
Ride my wave
We parasailing

From Paris mailing
No there ain't no telling
The price is going up
Going up
I ain't gon sell it
Your girl been showing up
Showing up
I ain't gon tell it
New heights, new heights
New flights, new flights
On a ride,
With my slime
perfect time
For the shine
All the time
We been grind
We been grinding
It is mine
It is mine
It is mine

Ohhhhh ohhh
Woah
Ayyyee

My price is going up
I ain't gon sell it
Your girl be showing up
I ain't gon tell it
Ride my wave
We parasailing
Ride my wave
We parasailing

It is my season
Why is you pleading
Guilty of treason
All in a daze
Call it a day
I'm space
Got you amazed
Up & away
Sky high, I fly
Oh me, oh my
Iiii climb
New type of heights
New type of life
I hit a switch on
I won't press pause
Lift off, lift off
This my gift y'all
& I won't miss naw

My price is going up
I ain't gon sell it
Your girl be showing up
I ain't gon tell it
Ride my wave
We parasailing
Ride my wave
From Paris Sailing



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Writer(s): Tedric Taylor
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