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Oh Paranoia (Yeah) I got secrets that I can't even tell my lawyer (No way) Hunnid Gs like it came from overseas With the dogs, like they came in with the fleas (Yeah) Gold chain around my beck just like a leash, ah Anti-freeze Probably won't change 'til I decease I probably won't change 'til I decease I just did a southern city trip (Took a flight) North London nigga in the 6 Never had to whip a brick, but I get the gist (Whip it) Never had to whip a brick, but I get the gist (Whip it) Niggas say you change once you get some change Fuck you thought? You want me to stay the same? Where were you when I was stuck in the mud? Ain't nobody pick me up Paranoia (Go) I got secrets that I can't even tell my lawyer (Go) Hunnid Gs like it came from overseas With the dogs, like they came in with the fleas (Yeah) Gold chain around my beck just like a leash, ah Anti-freeze Letras de cancionesProbably won't change 'til I decease I probably won't change 'til I decease Sour bitches, they love citrus Head in your briefcase Tell ‘em, “Mind your business” I'm only here for profit Fuck an image I don't give two shits I swear, I swear Bitch, I'm Michael Jackson with the moves, yeah (Michael Jackson with the moves, ayy, ayy) With the crew, yeah (With the crew, with the crew) Bitch, I been this way since school, yeah, yeah (Bitch, I been this way since school) That's how I move, yeah (That's how I move, ayy, ayy, how I move) Paranoia (Whoa) I got secrets that I can't even tell my lawyer (Okay) Hunnid Gs like it came from overseas (Overseas, ayy) With the dogs, like they came in with the fleas (Came in with the fleas) Gold chain around my beck just like a leash, ah Anti-freeze (Anti-freeze) Probably won't change 'til I decease I probably won't change 'til I decease Won't change, won't change Won't change, won't change Won't change, won't change Won't change, won't change Standard of these men straight Look how they menstruate Pussy niggas talkin', I don't give a fuck what they say Friends wanna bleed you dry 'til you runnin' on empty I'm still on the m-way, don't do me Kunta Kinte They snatch up your foot off Shoulda, woulda, coulda, but your flow's not gooda This that winter coat in the summertime, hood up Still ain't life sweet, like sugar Still ain't life sweet, like— From Letras Mania