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  • Song Lyrics » T » TQ » Paradise Lyrics
    Chorus
    I kinda wanna drive lexuses
    Sit back and live life high
    With the best of shit
    With a frist full of ice in my president
    And a pocket full of debbies
    That you can't imagine
    Guarenteed to make the best of it
    To have a yacht on a lake
    With water beds in it
    And a whole lot of women
    Are singing to my shit
    With they hands up in the audience
    Screaming they want it - they want it

    When I was a lot younger
    I liked to sit up at the park
    And drink on St. Ides
    Drunk as fuck I used to wonder why
    Some niggas roll 64's on D's
    And some niggas
    Let their khakis hang till their knees
    Will I end up just like one of these
    Or smoke trees overseas
    And rock Wimbley
    Bring back a black bentley
    Full of henessey
    And earl grey tea sipping it with naomi
    And they on me
    I wonder how it happened so fast
    To go from 33b to first class - laughing
    And all you hatas'are hurt bad - imagine

    [repeat chorus]

    Before I go to sleep at night
    I say a prayer to the lord above
    And I'm hoping that he shows me luv
    Cuz my shit be hot enough
    To have a whole world dancing
    Smoking weed on the beach
    In the sand and
    All my ladies look well
    In Chanel and Donna
    If I trip they got my bail
    So farewell your honor
    Ain't got no time for drama
    Too busy chilling with the mamas
    In the bahamas
    And everybody got they own bag of ganja
    And you can go and roll a bleezie
    If you wanna
    Ain't got to worry 'bout nobody
    All up on ya

    [repeat chorus]

    Give me a house in Fayetteville
    And a blue 500
    Next door to Evander
    In the tub with Michelle and Samantha
    And a black pet panther
    You ring the doorbell
    I don't answer
    And you can't stand it
    And you asking TQ why you act that way
    Cuz it's too many hatas'
    With something to say
    I'm too busy blowing up
    With my homeboy J

    [repeat chorus x2]