Paris Melan - Ring Bells

One word that I will use to describe Parris, mother
Paris would definitely be iconic
Paris is very nurturing
Which bitch do you know,
Is setting the bar differently for gay rappers
Which bitch do you know,
Is strategic
Ding, ding, ding, dong, my name ring bells
Coming for my spot, sick bitch get well
Ding, ding, dong, my name ring bells
All odds against me, but I excel
Ding, ding, ding, my name ring bells
clap, clap, clap, he buy, I sell
No cash app, you can hit my zelle
Ding, ding, dong, my name ring bells
Bells, F on the test, you fail
Ill pop a bitch with my long ass nails
Don't give a fuck, go to jail, oh well
Said she was better, but can't tell
Giving pretty and saddity , I ain't giving bitches pity
All my exes look dumb, cut them off, I'm being friendly
Make a nigga reminisce, like he sipping on that Remy
Sendin shots, you can call me Big 50
Words to the D, shouting out T Grizzly
Kash made it out, BMF with 50
Peezy did it big, 2 Milli, making 50
iced out like Vezzo
Money phone trendy
Detroit up one
It's a whole celebration
Motor City, we the best
In da motherfucking nation
Same nigga, couple years, we love it
If I ask him for 50, then he sending me 100
Ding,
Ding ding, dong, my name ring bells
Coming for my spot, sick bitch get well
Ding, ding, dong, my name ring bells
All odds against me, but I excel
Ding, ding, ding, my name ring bells
Clap, clap, clap, he buy I sell
No cash app, you can hit my zelle
Ding, ding, dong, my name ring bells
If you let a nigga slide, he gon' figure skate
When I pull up, I'm a serve, I'm the dinner plate
If you know, then you know, stay humble to the fullest
Here one day, then the next day gone
I impress, so they invest
how you call a nigga bro
Then go fuck em the next breath Incest
Bitch, who the fuck raised you
Couldn't ever match what I bring to the table
Selling they souls, but they can't sell records
Jump shots wet, swish, swish, all netter
Had Nigga in the system, writing them letters
Nigga got out and forgot about them letters
R.I.P. to my fallen soldiers
The more we get older, the more we'll understand
that we live in a world that'll only get colder
People do fake shit for a bit of exposure
Ding,
ding, ding, dong, my name ring bells
Coming for my spot, sick bitch get well
Ding, ding, dong, my name ring bells
All odds against me, but I excel
Ding, ding, ding, my name ring bells
Clap, clap, clap, he buy I sell
No cash app, you can hit my Zelle
Ding, ding, dong, my name ring bells, bells
Ding, ding, ding, my name ring bells

Written by:
Marteniz Harris

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