Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bonjour, artist - Nas. Album song NASIR, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mass Appeal
Song language: English
Bonjour |
I should be more mature, sure, I’m spoiled |
Hit up the south of France after tour, bonjour (bonjour) |
How many girls pre-bate right before they date |
So she can have restraint? |
She still get slayed (bonjour) |
That’s ill behavior, want the whip matted |
Want her ass the fattest, beat it: Thriller jacket |
A street metaphor: if your dog piss on the floor |
Put his nose in it, check these niggas from the door |
Oui-oui amour |
Plenty of kisses, plenty of bisous |
A good day and best wishes |
Comment allez-vous? |
Bonjour |
Eat at selective kitchens |
Speak on our next intentions |
Over-creamy Polenta, it come chef recommended (bonjour) |
Come through the side entrance, I arrive, bitches |
Crackheads still owe me from '89 fixes (bonjour) |
Havin' drinks in Vegas, my business |
She didn’t see me comin', now she’s an eyewitness |
Laissez le bon temps rouler |
Say ah, so the kids could play |
Oui-oui amour |
Plenty of kisses, plenty of bisous |
Good day and best wishes |
Comment allez-vous? |
Bonjour |
Vacay share twisted |
Whatever happened missed it |
Vacations I didn’t like, put myself through a guilt trip (bonjour) |
All these beautiful places, but the cities be poor |
You wealthy when your kid’s upbringing better than yours |
All this money we gettin' |
Could be gone in a minute if we don’t invest it |
We long-term affected |
Watch who you gettin' pregnant |
That’s long-term stressin' |
I got a mil for every bump on your face |
That’s what I call a blessin', flexin' |
My head looks straight up |
And I’m wonderin', «What did I do?"(bonjour) |
She looked at me like, «Damn, did I surprise you?» |
Sure enough, as the sky’s blue, she turned back around |
And walked right down the avenue (bonjour) |
She’s waitin' for the right cue (bonjour) |
I’m waitin' for the right clue (bonjour) |
(Oui-oui amour) |
She be leavin', still I smell her eau de parfum |
She can’t run 'cause I got Cinderella’s right shoe |
And, that right girl, but I’m be seein' right through |
Crowd obscurin' my view |
There’s nothin' left to argue (bonjour) |
At least there’s not from my view (bonjour) |