French Toast
(专辑: Pray For Paris - 2020)
Bonjour, ayo You don't even speak English, I
can tell that you mean it (That you mean it, that you mean it, that you mean it, that you mean it) You can put your legs up, you can choke me while I
eat it (While I
eat it, while I
eat it, while I
eat it, while I
eat it) Hold hands by the
Louvre, Eiffel Tower in the
evening (In the
evening, in the
evening, in the
evening, in the
evening) We can laugh over french toast, but y'all don't call it french toast (French toast, french toast, french toast, toast) Don't worry 'bout me, bitch, I
been dope (I been dope, I
been dope, I
been dope, dope) You see the
roses in my intro (In my intro, in my intro, in my intro, my intro, my intro) Big V
on you, that's for Valentino (That's for Valentino, Valentino, Valentino, Valentino, Valentino) Cocaine Spider, seats cappuccino (Skrrt, cappuccino, cappuccino, cappuccino, cappuccino, cappuccino) Heard you just killed 'em at the
Raf show (At the
Raf show, at the
Raf show, at the
Raf show, Raf show, Raf show) Used to sell crack out the
backdoor (Out the
backdoor, backdoor, backdoor, backdoor, backdoor) But now I'm out here in Paris crushing on you (Crushing on you) Bitch, I'm out here in Paris Just crushing on you (Crushing on you) Bitch, I'm out here in Paris Just crushing on you (Crushing on you) Bitch, I'm out here in Paris (Ayy) Just crushing on you (Too sweet, crushing on you) Bitch (Folarin, yo, okay) I'm sending shots, motherfucker, drink up Your bars tender like umbrella in cup Niggas never confront me, but on the
humble, I
can never hit ya 'Cause you a
broad, you just domestic as fuck, what's up? Yeah Nobody'll miss ya, what's up with the
big talk? Yeah (Brr) I'm never gon' switch up, they all Eric Bischoff, yeah (Grr) My team special like we eleven, let's kick this shit off I'm Steve Tasker in Buffalo, run and I'ma get ya I'm in Paris, ooh, yeah, I'm in Paris, yeah You never been before, boo, don't embarrass yourself I'm in love with my queens, I
make a
scene with your bitch My chain look like it's Rue de Paris, I
swear it get lit I
deserve all this money, I
deserve every bitch And we both pray for Paris, but mine ain't Paris kicks Mine work for Rihanna, mine Fenty as shit Mine working for Virgil like Dibiase but flipped I
just happen to rap, tap dancing ain't one my licks I'm out in France with Gunn, the
fragrance est brick I
spray guns that blam, my rayguns from Dan My SBs is old, your SBs is trash And my Visa old, but my wings is fresh Brought out Machine and Butcher, boy, we gon' need the
bread All my queens is gold, all my freaks still bad Somehow I
leave 'em open, like a
screen from Shaq (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh) But now I'm out here in Paris, crushing on you (Crushing on you) Bitch, I'm out here in Paris (Boom, boom, boom, ba-boom) Just crushing on you (Brr, crushing on you) Bitch, I'm out here in Paris (Ayy, yeah) Just crushing on you (Crushing on you) Bitch, I'm out here in Paris Just crushing on you (Crushing on you) Bitch You, you Ooh, I
got a
crush on you Crushing on you (Crushing on you, crushing on you) You, uh, oh Uh, look at what you do Got me crushing you You, ooh, I
got a
crush on you (You) Alright, I'll admit, I'll admit, I'm no singer But what I
am is a
showstopper The
headliner, the
main event, the
icon Flygod