Paris Saint-Germain Lyrics

I'm in Paris Saint-Germain

I don't care if you got a man come brizz this then brizz it for gang

Bros outside getting high in dam Tell me a day the pagans banged

All I know is numerous man got banged

You know that Rozz come clean with his hands

Do you know what I done with these dirty hands

Dirty hands dirty food and dirty bands

How are these olders pushing 30 And they're still on 30 grand

I'm verified certain man got terrorised

I'm hella fly She give me the braziest neck call it Mega mind

Should've revised for my GCSEs my teacher said I got so much potential

I ain't got no PTSD but I'm traumatised from the s**t man's been through

You're chasing puss on a night out I was like chasing cats on a ride out

That was back in 019 with bits of both and bits of green

Bros leaning when he's sipping lean how much for a set two bills that's mean

A cali Z D-squared jeans A cali Z D-squared jeans

R-O-Z-Z Double Zed Whatever you want

Bros got whatever you want Ice or spice they eat it for lunch

Bad one I gave her a bunch Next thing you know her hairs in a bun

When I get married older I swear that bitch better move like a nun

R-O-Z-Z Double Zed Whatever you want

Bros got whatever you want Ice or spice they eat it for lunch

Bad one I gave her a bunch Next thing you know her hairs in a bun

When I get married older I swear that bitch better move like a nun

I used to love them tropical flavours step with my kitch tryna turn him flavours

I remember this girl I dated whipped out a rack and she asked for favours

How are you writing witness statements grip on the pen and signed the papers

You know that my flow's outrageous get too close and it might get dangerous

I wanna get rich not famous smooth driving in the range it's spacious

White girl got back like jamaicans no I don't date them hit and skate them

Hearts I break them donny got shaven

Living in bait ends no I don't make friends

Jordan fives no I don't lace them

I got love for women but I don't chase them

I wish my old friends health and wealth But I don't rate them

I'm afraid if I buck into them lose my temper, back it and shave them

Who's that might hop out start smashing his face in

Brizz was amazing I'm feeling evasive his song's outdated on no one's playlist

My bros outside with the fire

Tryna hit my man in the bah

Tryna hit my man in his behind I swear that's big bro from knee height

Hand on my brothers a hand on my mothers I'm dipping him three times

How can you talk in a station TREY-WAY I need me a smith n TREY-EIGHT

Trap kitchen switches no face plate didn't have a wap I was doing up melee

Stained that yute I swear I was baitface

Skeet in a fed chase race like tay-kay blowing her back out suttin like Ray-J

May-day I might have someone's baby

Station settings I never say names

Officers tryna trick me

This Boujee bitch is a pick me I hit that raw I don't care bout pickney

Situation sticky In the cinema with my bitch and flicky

R-O-double-Z risky I ain't tryna go out like Ricky

Andy Murray serve that nitty

She's so so blonde and pretty

I don't know why mum took my flicky

Andy Murray serve that nitty

I'm on a ped I wouldn't mind a pitty

I'm in Paris Saint-Germain

I don't care if you got a man come brizz this then brizz it for gang

Bro's outside getting high in dam tell me a day the pagans banged

All I know is numerous man got banged

You know that Rozz come clean with his hands

Do you know what I've done with these dirty hands