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(专辑: Pray For Paris - 2020)
[Billie Essco:] Look, I
swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for) Unreleased Off-White to the
ankles (Ankles) Ayy, I'm in them places that you can't go (That you can't go) Don C, Nigo, in the
same row (The same row) Ayy, I
swear Paris will be prayed for I
need Casablanca by the
caseload (Caseload) Silks with the
oranges and the
mangoes (Mangoes) I'm a
model now, baby, got the
face for it (Face for it) Ayy, I
swear Paris will be prayed for [Westside Gunn:] Ayo, I'm rocking old Nashes, on the
runway in my coke fashion Anybody move, we toe-tagging (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) My 327s was blessings, leather Vuitton vests-es Keep a
loaded firearm in Mercedes armrests, Lord stressing (Skrt) 22 with greys, 25, left in a
cage I
told him hold your head, it's worse in a
grave I
threw coke in the
pot, watched it bloom residue and consume He started waving, had a
lighter and dope spoon A
nigga'll try to kill you for your recipe My shooter nasal drip flowing heavily, ducking my third felony (Ah) Take his shine, two for five, me and mines Running from suit and ties, you say you the
flyest then who am I? Balenciaga with the
heel, lemonade a
popular drink still VLONE jean jacket rocking, so be real (Ah) Over pots, I'm too exquisite On the
dancefloor tryna finger fuck on every visit Some niggas'll never risk it, hopping in BMs I'm proud of my position (Skrt), they never had a
pot to piss in Body parts on Cavalli dishes On Mulholland in the
drop Porsche wilding, my loafers crocodile Styling, I
be having greater visions (Ah), you can tell by the
way I
whip it You getting money, then the
haters with it It ain't dry, I
told 'em wait a
minute (Ah) Praise both for the
way I
did it [Billie Essco:] I
swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for) Unreleased Off-White to the
ankles (Ankles) Ayy, I'm in them places that you can't go (That you can't go) Don C, Nigo, in the
same row (The same row) Ayy, I
swear Paris will be prayed for I
need Casablanca by the
caseload (Caseload, Badmon) Silks with the
oranges and the
mangoes (Mangoes) I'm a
model now, baby, got the
face for it (Face for it) Ayy, I
swear Paris will be prayed for [Joey Bada$$:] I'm from the
era of hard knocks and quiet storms (Shh) Rap songs about crack rocks and firearms (Brr, bah, brrah, bah, bah) In the
stash spot on some Money Mitch shit (Woo) Adjust the
AC, conceal the
biscuit (Yeah) It's your life, you can choose to risk it if you wanna These niggas don't want smoke, they want some marijuana (Yeah) I
used to get kicked out of class just for my aroma I
went to school high, forgot to pick up my diploma (I was high) That's way back when we used to cypher Arizonas (Uh huh) Now I'm in that Maybach, I'm with Puff and Hova (Facts, woo, woo) We bending corners in the
six-deuce Talk about last night's ten thousand dollar bottles of Patron, sip it like it's juice, homie How can I
lose? The
shit these niggas'll do to be in my shoes I'm done playing by rules Learned from OGs, I'm retiring the
jewels Everything is plain jane, different day, the
same thing I
mean, it's usual Everything that's new to you be the
type of shit I'm used to I
could give a
fuck about the
haters, shit, I'm used to 'em If it's fuck me, then know the
feelings is mutual (Bitch) [Billie Essco:] I
swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for) Unreleased Off-White to the
ankles (Ankles) Ayy, I'm in them places that you can't go (That you can't go) Don C, Nigo, in the
same row (The same row) Ayy, I
swear Paris will be prayed for I
need Casablanca by the
caseload (Caseload) Silks with the
oranges and the
mangoes (Mangoes,) I'm a
model now, baby, got the
face for it (Face for it) Ayy, I
swear Paris will be prayed for [Tyler, The
Creator:] If you feeling good Everybody say yeah, yeah (Oh, oh, yeah) Yeah, yeah (Feeling good) Yeah, yeah (I'm on my Gunn shit) Bitch, I'm all that, all that, Kenan, Kel (Kel, uh) When I
walk in, niggas ring the, ring the
bells (Bells) Roses at my feet, niggas kneel, bitches yell Glitter on my neck match the
glitter on my fingernails Niggas always got something to say, well fuck 'em Same guys was mighty 'til they got to ducking (Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew) We got the
pucks and we chucking, they playing chicken and clucking (Cluck, cluck, cluck) I'm Colonel Sanders to you motherfuckers Niggas trash and we dumping (Uh), I
been rapping and fucking (Yup) He 6'5", I'm a
munchkin, and we speed to the
disco (Dance) This car came with a
driver, I'm in the
back playing "Frontin'" I
ain't crying, the
wind is flying, stop making assumptions I
ain't lying or nothing, yes, I'm is, I'm so happy I
turn nothing to something, my skin glowing, my hair nappy (Yeah, yeah) My health good, my mama good, my niggas too And they only wanna have good times like Josh Safdie We eat good, long way from Maccas burgers Long way from that Metro bus taxi service Long way, loco gangs tried to taxiderm' it (Where you from, nigga?) We would run until our motherfucking backs was burning, uh But anyway, the
shorts short and the
socks high And the
emeralds shining, them GQs and them pot pies (Bling) And I
spy with my private eye that you tried You cannot pull this look off, nigga, you not I
[Billie Essco:] I
swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for) Unreleased Off-White to the
ankles (Ankles) Ayy, I'm in them places that you can't go (That you can't go) Don C, Nigo, in the
same row (The same row) Ayy, I
swear Paris will be prayed for I
need Casablanca by the
caseload (Caseload) Silks with the
oranges and the
mangoes (Mangoes) I'm a
model now, baby, got the
face for it (Face for it) Ayy, I
swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for)