Trap Paris

Album: Bloom (2017)
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  • Ayy
    Woke up in woke up in
    Soundin' real godly
    Quavo
    Seven Rollie grams of flex

    Woke up in Paris
    Broke all the mirrors (that lean)
    Must mean last night was too turnt
    They caught me fucking on camera
    I ain't embarrassed
    Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out, what the fuck is that 'bout?
    I'm home-bred, hometown, been around the world, I'm back now
    I'm Mr. Miyagi with wax in the sake
    And I'm running the streets to the city like Rocky
    Who da champ? Who da champ?
    Diamond fangs like a vamp
    Where's the package with the stamp?
    Bust it open by the Lamb
    Roll it up 'till I cramp
    Uh, four rings on my hands, uh
    Smoke rings from the grams, uh
    Got a lady and a tramp
    Bitch I made it from the trap
    Gunner

    I woke up in Paris
    In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
    First I roll up the lesh
    Then I went back for seconds
    Swear that pussy the wettest
    I woke up in Paris
    In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
    First I roll up the lesh
    Then I went back for seconds
    Swear that pussy the wettest

    Made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking)
    I made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking)
    When I was on the bottom, you didn't hang out with me (no way)
    Now I got some dollars, they keep hanging with me (yeah)
    Take a lot of Molly, that's your fantasy (that's your fantasy)
    Pull up with the gang and stop playing with me (stop playing)
    You took too much of Coco, it made your nose bleed (trippin')
    Too turnt for the bando (too)
    Shoot two times through the window (shoot)
    Pop one off for the kid though (pop one)
    Pop one off the extendo (shoot)
    Old money like a Nintendo
    Bring it back home, this the reload (bring back)
    Crips mights call it a kilo (crip)
    Bloods might call it a bilo (blood)
    Put my wrist in a freezer (wrist)
    Hit it up, turn it up to beast mode (yeah)
    Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
    Whole thang in my lap (yeah)
    Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
    Got your girl in my lap (yeah)
    Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
    Got the police running laps (yeah)
    Bitch I made it from the trap
    Bitch I made it out the trap

    I woke up in Paris
    In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
    First I roll up the lesh
    Then I went back for seconds
    Swear that pussy the wettest
    I woke up in Paris
    In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
    First I roll up the lesh
    Then I went back for seconds
    Swear that pussy the wettest Writer/s: Quavious Keyate Marshall, Richard Colson Baker, Sonny Corey Uwaezuoke, Tyrone William Griffin Jr.
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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