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Paris The Hate That Hate Made

set and no snakes allowed Keep the pace ready set brothers rollin out Packin a mac-10, strapped and capped in Now who's to blame, for the hate that hate made

Now we hitting switches to the Spring Break, Cancun Get it? Naw, forget it, Suwo, I live it Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted But that

and don't ever mean it We go on dates I send the Maybach out the neighbourhoods, they never seen it That shit is dangerous but it so convenient I aint lying, yeah And comfortable I sit That

bone and cas who can fuck with that Ain't no body gone rat we no that Make a nigga bow down Cut him all in the face His hole camp on hush Nigga that's

never did convince her That we'd reached the perfect compromise She said, "I hate cold weather." I said, "But we're together." And she said, "Yeah, that

I never did convince her That we'd reached the perfect compromise She said, "I hate cold weather" I said, "But we're together" And she said, "Yeah, that

that made us fear, yah Pledge a allegiance to a flag that neglects us Honor a man that who refuses to respect us Emancipation, proclamation, please Nigga just said that

the grain, going insane, going mad To loving tension, no pension, to more than one dimension To starving for attention hating convention, hating pretension Not to mention of course hating

Yeah! Mixtape Messiah pt. 3. Yeah [Chorus 2X] I'm Paid I'm Paid Money already made, Money already made. [Verse 1] A Suit and tie Can't lie I'm still