Paris lyrics

by

JAY1


[Intro: JAY1]
Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah
Uh, woo
(Nostalgia)

[Verse 1: JAY1]
Look at my face, I do not give a f*ck
I pray for my n*ggas, I'm hoping they buss
She twerking and twerking, she turning it up
All my n*ggas backstage and we burning it up
They clapping and bragging, they thirsty for clout
If you talk bad you'll get one to your mouth
My n*ggas are hungry, the streets are a drought
We leave with your gyallie, we're getting it down (Down, down, down, down)
Yeah, yeah
I'm going to Paris to link with a baddie
Before I jet off I'ma bill up a fatty
My baby, she bad and she drives a Bugatti (Yeah, yeah)
Run up a check and I beg you be quick
Got diamonds and Gucci all up in my wrists
I come to the place likе I just hit a lick
I just hit the f*cking belly, belly
Sеxy mami, tell her, "Come and get me"
Smoking loud, I got that smelly, smelly
Now she's rubbing all up on my semi, semi
Twenty rackers if you wanna book me
Never take me for a f*cking rookie
In the booth you know I'm f*cking cooking
Working, working, juugging when there's no one looking

[Chorus: JAY1 & Berna]
f*cking up all these feelings, JAY1 couldn't give a f*ck about breddas
Peng tings wanna do pie, uh
b*tch, am I looking like Memphis?
I got the whole gang doing up leverage
D9 stepped through looking like the bestest
[?], put the peng tings on the guest list (Ayy, look)
Brozay gotta be there for a mention

[Verse 2: Berna]
I got a baddie, she thick as a brick
Freak of the week [?] of the ten (Skrr)
Gave me the coochie and buss up my Gucci
Didn't like trap, ruined the drip (Ugh)
p*ssed that I lost my grinder, now I'm the function looking for chip
Bros got smoke for pricks
That not a trailer, that's an extended clip
Huh, look at the clothes, I bought her those, look at the kicks
She f*cks with the boy 'cause we're young and we lit
And she didn't eat dinner but she ate the di*k
It's probably 'cause we're on top, if I drop this top, she'll drop her top
I told bro-bro go look for her bestie but he's in the corner looking for opps (Opps), f*ck the cops (Cops)
Medicinal weed (Weed), it's making me cough (Cough)
I'm with the squad, told her pull up to the zoo Gorillas all over the block (All over the block)
Biscotti or dog (Dog), huh
All in the air like fog
Beefing with bro, bring the burger out
Wipe his nose, give him something to smirk about
She heard from a Donny that I got a longy, now she wanna ride it, that's word of mouth (Ride it, that's word of mouth)
f*ck the clout, I just wanna free all of my people out
All the drip on the boy, I don't see a drought
We them n*ggas on top that they speak about

[Chorus: JAY1]
f*ck-f*ck, f*cking up all these feelings, JAY1 couldn't give a f*ck about breddas
Peng tings wanna do pie, uh
b*tch, am I looking like Memphis?
I got the whole gang doing up leverage
D9 stepped through looking like the bestest
[?], put the peng tings on the guest list
Brozay gotta be there for a mention
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