JAY1 ft. Berna - Paris Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Uh
Woo (Nostalgia)

Look at my face, I do not give a fuck
I pray for my niggas, I'm hopin' they buss
She twerkin' and twerkin', she turnin' it up
All my niggas backstage and we burnin' it up
They clappin' and braggin', 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 gyally, we're gettin' it down (down, down, down, down, down)

Ayy, ayy, I'm goin' to Paris to link with a baddie
Before I jet off I'ma bill up a fatty
My baby, she bad and she drive 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 fuckin' belly-belly
Sexy mami, tell her to come and get me
Smokin' loud, I got that smelly-smelly
Now she's rubbin' all up on my semi-semi
Twenty rackers if you wanna book me
Never take me for a fuckin' rookie
In the booth, you know I'm fuckin' cookin'
Workin'-workin', juggin' when there's no one lookin'

Fuckin' up all these feelings
JAY1 couldn't give a fuck about breddas
Peng tings wanna do pie (uh)
Bitch, am I lookin' like Memphis?
I got the whole gang doin' up leverage
D9 stepped through lookin' like the bestest
Ephraim, put the peng tings on the guest list
Bro's ain't gotta be there for a mention (ayy, look)

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 lookin' for chip
Bros got smoke for pricks
That not a trailer, that's an extended clip
Look at the clothes, I bought her those, look at the kicks
She fucks with the boy 'cause we're young and we're 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 lookin' for opps
Fuck the cops
Medicinal weed, it's makin' me cough
I'm with the squad
Told her pull up to the zoo Gorillas all over the block (huh)
Biscotti or dog (huh)
All in the air like fog
Beefin' with bro, bring the burger out
Wipe his nose, give him somethin' 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

Fuckin' up all these feelings
JAY1 couldn't give a fuck about breddas
Peng tings wanna do pie
Bitch, am I lookin' like Memphis?
I got the whole gang doin' up leverage
D9 stepped through lookin' like the bestest
Ephraim, put the peng tings on the guest list
Bro's ain't gotta be there for a mention