JAY1 – Paris Lyrics

[Intro: JAY1]
Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah
Uh, woo
(Nostalgia)

[Verse 1: JAY1]
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 likе I just hit a lick
I just hit the fucking belly, belly
Sеxy mami, tell her, “Come and get me”
Smoking loud, I got that smelly, smelly
Now she’s rubbing all up on my semi, semi
Twenty 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

[Chorus: JAY1 & Berna]
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
[?], put the peng tings on the guest list (Ayy, look)
Brozay gotta be there for a mention

[Verse 2: Berna]
I got a baddie, she thick as a brick
Freak of the week [?] of the ten (Skrr)
Gave me the coochie and buss up my Gucci
Didn’t like trap, ruined the drip (Ugh)
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
Huh, 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 (Opps), fuck the cops (Cops)
Medicinal weed (Weed), it’s making me cough (Cough)
I’m with the squad, told her pull up to the zoo Gorillas all over the block (All over the block)
Biscotti or dog (Dog), huh
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 (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

[Chorus: JAY1]
Fuck-fuck, 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
[?], put the peng tings on the guest list
Brozay gotta be there for a mention

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