Sins in Paris

I'm on the way to the Paris tonight I know we're not even in France

I'm from the 7 there's nowhere else to go Walking through the lobby drunk as fuck in

slow-mo Your friends are bad as fuck, I'm tryna keep

it on the low-low-low Slowly got aggressive, she from Mexico

She was fucking with the vibe, porque soy belicon

And I love the way the booty jingle, fuck the silicone

And your body is perfection, but your heart is cold as stone

You pulled up to the room, I saw you didn't come alone

I saw you didn't come alone, oh You didn't come alone, oh

Do you seem to be lost in Paris