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 fu*k I pray for my ni**as, I’m hoping they buss She twerking and twerking, she turning it up All my ni**as 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 ni**as 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 fu*king 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 fu*king rookie In the booth you know I’m fu*king cooking Working, working, juugging when there’s no one looking [Chorus: JAY1 & Berna] fu*king up all these feelings, JAY1 couldn’t give a fu*k about breddas Peng tings wanna do pie, uh b*tch, 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 fu*ks 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), fu*k 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) fu*k 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 ni**as on top that they speak about [Chorus: JAY1] fu*k-fu*k, fu*king up all these feelings, JAY1 couldn’t give a fu*k about breddas Peng tings wanna do pie, uh b*tch, 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