Arc de Triomphe lyrics

[Intro: Mike Skinner]
Original Pirate Material
You're listening to The Streets
Blinding with the lights
(Lights, lights, light)

[Chorus: Aminé & Mike Skinner]
Look, question, the f*ck you be on?
Burning these bridges, y'all n*ggas is nothing like my boy Leon
I need a b*tch that's bad with a arch in her back like the Arc de Triomphe
(Original Pirate Material, you're listening to The Streets, lock down your aerial)

[Verse 1: Aminé]
Jesus Christ had dreads, so yes, I'ma shake 'em
Welcome to the party, baby, "As-salamu alaykum"
I hate they flows, who's doin' their creatives?
I'm an emcee first, then a Portland native (Yeah)
Ay caramba, I take his b*tch then I beat the bumper
Started with the IG, then the number
Now she at my house cuttin' up cuc*mbers (True)
Yeah, and her moisturizer turned my face to a merchandiser
They lips is looser, the money tied up
They face is screwed up when they see that I'm up (True)
Please don't test me, it's A-M-I-N, accent, E
I'm steppin' on these n*ggas with my own NB's
And my own cup full, why's yours empty? (Drink one)
[Chorus: Aminé & Mike Skinner]
Question, the f*ck you be on?
Burning these bridges, y'all n*ggas is nothing like my boy Leon
I need a b*tch that's bad with a arch in her back like the Arc de Triomphe (Yeah)
(Original Pirate Material, you're listening to The Streets, lock down your aerial)

[Verse 2: Aminé]
Close your eyes and imagine me gettin' no paper, not happenin'
Put your back in, get to chiropractin'
Tit-for-tat, I tip about a thousand
Look down, n*gga, watch your lips
Get off your soapbox, get to boxin', b*tch
And my money gettin' taller than a ostrich is
I'm finna do the macarena in my moccasins, yeah
I am not a nepo-baby, no trust funds, so it's f*ck you, pay me
These n*ggas glazin', they ways is shady
So I must put 'em in a grave like Kacey (True)
I'm hot, baby, where's the A.C.?
Who are these n*ggas? Someone take the gate key
CEO, I'm the one that pay me
sh*t, I'm good, but I'm wonderin' lately

[Chorus: Aminé & Mike Skinner]
Question, the f*ck you be on?
Burning these bridges, y'all n*ggas is nothing like my boy Leon
I need a b*tch that's bad with a arch in her back like the Arc de Triomphe (Yeah)
(Original Pirate Material, you're listening to The Streets, lock down your aerial)