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(Dollaz cooked this shit up) (Yeah it's—yeah it's—yeah it's me) (Yeah it's me) Paradox Feel like Chrisean Rock, I fell in love with Blueface I'm a Gemini, yeah bitch, yeah I'm two-face (Yeah I'm two-face) Countin' all these racks, thumbin'-thumbin through it (Thumbin'-thumbin, thumbin'-thumbin) Count up all these racks, I'm thumbin'-thumbin-thumbin'-thumbin through it Put that shit on, (Put that shit on) AB (AB) Way I put that shit together I know these niggas hate me Paradox up on my body, that's my uni' for the week (Paradox) Call up D, I like Balenci-lenci-lenci' on my feet, Balenciaga With this drip shit I'm the father (I'm the father) Drip check, I mix the Louie with thе Prada No I don't not need no stylist Sarah fresh up out the palace Sarah frеsh up out the plastic She look good, she look fantastic Plane Jane I put drip on, I put drip on, I put drip on I put that shit on, you get shit on, bitch I been on, (Uhh) uhh Put that drip on, put that drip on, put that drip on Put that drip on, put that drip on, put that drip on Letras de canciones Paradox Lou-Lou-Lou-Lou-Louis Vuitton mixed with Amiri shit Christian Louboutin, they bleaching; on they period Rockin' Fear Of God but I ain't on no scary shit Bitch I'm underground, I'm feelin' like I'm Harriet (Feel like I'm Harriet) Bad bitch in Chane-ne-ne-ne', I won't marry it Bitch I'm in that gucci-coochie, bitch I'm serious (For real) (Yeah it's me) From Letras Mania