PARIS Lyrics

French tips on her nails and toes like she from Paris

Bitch so bad, I throw the bread feel like Panera

So many bad ass bitches in my era

She gave me the digits with the code to her area

Bitch put it on me, Ion think I wanna marry her

Married to guap and the Woc, it be scaring her

I be smoking weed like Glorilla smoking glue

Rolling up a Stout I aint't fucking w them berry ones

6/7 triple 0 the date a legend was born

I was well known way before I pressed record

Got so many credentials I damn near need a essentials

The catalog is crucial made classics on instrumentals

I was all alone it wasn't no one I could vent to

I vented to the notes pushed the pad without a pencil

I think the trauma made a nigga more lyrical

The damage that you did turned to hits but it ain't heal me though

She still watching my stories told her I wasn't comin back

Got her feeling like Drake, I was the best she ever had

I was simping bad when I stopped, she got mad

Left that bitch alone and start and fucking w the bag

GOOOO

Like it's red light green light

You ain't on your square if you ain't trynna get your team right

New FN blue tips and the beam bright

900 on safety I been riding wit it all night

900 on safety keep it on me all 365

Just might black out on the mic like Im on Xbox Live

I don't fuck w no joes I got mob ties

Like Ken said I'll tell a joke before I tell lie

Shorty throwin tantrums told her stop that Ion want no kids

Hoes be tweaking now I can't lie Im quick to block a bitch

Balling like Im in the NBA Stojakovic

Vet nigga been doin this like Im Popovich

Aye aye aye aye