Paraphernalia!

I'm the only one doing this shit
Nobody do this shit like me
I said stop it, Stacy! Are you alright
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

She rockin' my paraphernalia
It's only true shit that I'm telling ya
Yeah, it be that Reggie they selling ya
I'm in love with the green vegetarian, yeah

She fell love in my style, fell love in my hair
She giving me top and I'm saying, oh yeah
She know I'm the boss so she cleaning my chair
Oh yeah, oh yeah

If he not one of us then he can't come in here
I'm rocking designer my fashion top tier
Go and get my lil' check, you gon' cut me a deal
I'm coaching these niggas, I feel like I'm Phil
And I'm steady going in for the kill

He really be cappin', he ain't cracking no seal
He ain't getting no dab, he ain't got me a meal (Yeah)

Ticket
I pull my pants down and she lick it
She gon' put my shit out and she flick it
She a thick lil' joint, she can get it
So I hit it, then hit it, then hit it
Until I can't no more

I just wanna see how far this can go
I just wanna see if you're really a ho
I just wanna see

Shit get out of hand and I'm keeping it P
But that's just me
I'm in love with the money, might dye my hair green, bitch
Yeah

She rocking my paraphernalia
It's only true shit that I'm telling ya
Yeah, it be that reggie they selling ya
I'm in love with the green vegetarian, yeah

She fell in love with my style, fell in love with my hair
She giving me top and I'm saying, oh yeah
She know I'm the boss so she cleaning my chair
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah



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Writer(s): Kr! Kaden Rutledge
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