Testo Paris - JAY1 feat. Berna
Testo della canzone Paris (JAY1 feat. Berna), tratta dall'album One Wave 2
Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah
Uh, woo
(Nostalgia)
Look at my face, I do not give a fuck
I pray for my niggas, I'm hoping they buss
She twerking and twerking, she turning it up
All my niggas 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 niggas 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 like I just hit a lick
I just hit the fucking belly, belly
Sexy mami, tell her, "Come and get me"
Smoking loud, I got that smelly, smelly
Now she's rubbing all up on my semi, semi
20 rackers if you wanna book me
Never take me for a fucking rookie
In the booth you know I'm fucking cooking
Working, working, juugging when there's no one looking
Fucking up all these feelings, JAY1 couldn't give a fuck about breddas
Peng tings wanna do pie, uh
Bitch, am I looking like Memphis?
I got the whole gang doing up leverage
D9 stepped through looking like the bestest
Epharim, put the peng tings on the guest list (ayy, look)
Brozay gotta be there for a mention
I got a baddie, she thick as a brick
Freak of the week when I wind up the tint
Gave me the coochie and buss up my Gucci
Didn't like trap, ruined the drip
Pissed 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
Uh, look at the clothes, I bought her those, look at the kicks
She fucks with the boy 'cause we're young and we lit
And she didn't eat dinner but she ate the dick
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
Fuck the cops
Medicinal weed
It's making me cough
I'm with the squad
Told her pull up to the zoo, Gorillas all over the block
Biscotti or dog
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
Fuck 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 niggas on top that they speak about
Fuck-fuck-fucking up all these feelings
JAY1 couldn't give a fuck about breddas
Peng tings wanna do pie
Bitch, am I looking like Memphis?
I got the whole gang doing up leverage
D9 stepped through looking like the bestest
Epharim, put the peng tings on the guest list
Brozay gotta be there for a mention
Credits
Writer(s): Emmanuel Chinonyerem Oparah, Jason Juami, Berna
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