Tryna get this bread and im tryna stack this money
Pulled up in a benz now them fakes actin funny
They aint feel me when i was broke, but now they all up on me
Pull out my glock, shootin ops, killed about 20
Eastside is where its at, try to pull up on me
Oh you want smoke best believe i smoked yo homie
Chaldean Gangsta ballin hard like Kobe
Judge offered 10 asked her what was she smoking
You cant just be sayin stuff man you gotta show me
Caught yall lackin then yall started folding
Para what we bout cant be doing no Codeine
Jordans on my feet and you know we aint stole these
You say you catchin bodies, but when i pulled up yall were phonys
I cook up that para but i aint coneys (Island)
We dont talk we just spray, people thinkin that we lonely
Yeah people thinkin that we lonely
That para in my hand and you know we stay loaded, yeah you know we stay loaded
That choppa in my hand, that para issa rack
All my people yeah we stay strapped
But Yall are just Cap, Foreal,Foreal
Baby Juve - Para Lyrics
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Tryna get this bread and im tryna stack this money
Pulled up in a benz now them fakes actin funny
They aint feel me when i was broke, but now they all up on me
Pull out my glock, shootin ops, killed about 20
Eastside is where its at, try to pull up on me
Oh you want smoke best believe i smoked yo homie
Chaldean Gangsta ballin hard like Kobe
Judge offered 10 asked her what was she smoking
You cant just be sayin stuff man you gotta show me
Caught yall lackin then yall started folding
Para what we bout cant be doing no Codeine
Jordans on my feet and you know we aint stole these
You say you catchin bodies, but when i pulled up yall were phonys
I cook up that para but i aint coneys (Island)
We dont talk we just spray, people thinkin that we lonely
Yeah people thinkin that we lonely
That para in my hand and you know we stay loaded, yeah you know we stay loaded
That choppa in my hand, that para issa rack
All my people yeah we stay strapped
But Yall are just Cap, Foreal,Foreal
Pulled up in a benz now them fakes actin funny
They aint feel me when i was broke, but now they all up on me
Pull out my glock, shootin ops, killed about 20
Eastside is where its at, try to pull up on me
Oh you want smoke best believe i smoked yo homie
Chaldean Gangsta ballin hard like Kobe
Judge offered 10 asked her what was she smoking
You cant just be sayin stuff man you gotta show me
Caught yall lackin then yall started folding
Para what we bout cant be doing no Codeine
Jordans on my feet and you know we aint stole these
You say you catchin bodies, but when i pulled up yall were phonys
I cook up that para but i aint coneys (Island)
We dont talk we just spray, people thinkin that we lonely
Yeah people thinkin that we lonely
That para in my hand and you know we stay loaded, yeah you know we stay loaded
That choppa in my hand, that para issa rack
All my people yeah we stay strapped
But Yall are just Cap, Foreal,Foreal
Writer: Gevino Sharak
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