Paramore

Paramore - Conspiracy

(intro)

Oooooh...do re mi [xzibit]

Fa so la ti do yeah I’m doin’ vocals

Intimate turn the music upyeah c’mon!

{beat starts...}

Yeah! c’mon inyeah welcome

Haa! yeah! yeah!!

Uhhya undastand me?

Hey yoooooouu... dj motherfuckin’ quikyeah

You know mex to the zyeah (arah!)

Ahhit don’t stophuhh yeah

Some new shitcome on...

We just want you to bounce to

This shit for a minuteyeah

Ain’t no rush...relax yourself...

Relieve your stresshere we go

Yes...

Bouncecome on bouncecome on boooounce...{repeat}

Put your pussy in my faaaace...

And let me lick you ’till i

Feel the taaaaste...

[xzibit] (verse one) {1:56}

I am the master of the ceremony

So my territory be off limits to gimmicks

And niggas with wack lyrics

And tracks that lack spirits

So pop your collar (pop your collar!)

Fuck a dollarI’m at ya tough and hard to swallow

Hard act to follow never the role model the what not

Set up shots slipknot my way to the toppa-da pow!

Then changed the direction of it (yeah)

From the niggas that hate it to niggas that love it

What choo want from it

A reputation a luxurious life

Maybe find you a hoe that you could transform into a house wife

You loose stripes when you recite thru your wind pipes

With action cameras and lights and your shit ain’t tight

It’s on on sight thug rugged the love of it (yeah)

Push it shlingd’it shove it in the vein we dope

Remain with smokeremote with tash and ras kass

Six months of full blast bitchgimme dat ass!...ha ha

(chorus) {2:42}

Put your pussy in my faaace...and i’ll

(let me lick you laaady)

Lick you ’till I feel the taaaste...

(would youwould you)

{repeat 2x}

Feel the taste...

Feel the taste...of lovin’ you

Feel the taste...

Feel the taste...of lovin’ you

[hi-c] (verse two) {3:24}

I’m a royalty check cashin’

Coup deville smashin’pretty titty assassin

Lookin’ for some action

If you want compassionI’ll be pussy basshin’

Baby hit me up like ’yowhat the fuck happened? ’

’was it somethin’ I did? was it my three kids?

You don’t love me no morewas it the wave or the wig? ’

I’m tryna be niceso I’m sittin’ there thinkin’

But I had to tell the bitch ’baby your breath be stinkin’ (ha ha)

Niggasspendin’ they lasttryna hustle for ass

You bought a cadillac truckbut you can’t buy gas

Insurance is a bitchI hope you don’t crash

But when you dolet me buy them rims and slap ’em on my jag

When it come to fasiondon’t make me start flashin’

Break a bitch offand have that whole tire slashin’

I’m leatheryou’re leathertogether we be clashin’

Quik! hit ’em with the chorushomie start bashin’!

(chorus) {4:06}

Put your pussy in my faaace...and i’ll

(let me lick you laaady)

Lick you ’till I feel the taaaste...

(would youwould you)

{repeat 2x}

Feel the taste...

Feel the taste...of lovin’ you

Feel the taste...

Feel the taste...of lovin’ you

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