| Bitch, I’m out here in Paris
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| Just crushin' on you (Crushin' on you)
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| Bitch, I’m out here in Paris
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| Just crushin' on you (Crushin' on you)
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| Bitch, I’m out here in Paris (Ayy)
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| Just crushin' on you (Too sweet, crushin' on you)
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| Bitch (Folarin, yo, okay)
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| I’m sendin' shots, motherfucker, drink up
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| Your bars tender like umbrella in cup
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| Niggas never confront me, but on the humble, I can never hit ya
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| 'Cause you a broad, you just domestic as fuck, what’s up? |
| Yeah
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| Nobody’ll miss ya, what’s up with the big talk? |
| Yeah (Brr)
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| I’m never gon' switch up, they all Eric Bischoff, yeah (Grr)
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| My team special like we eleven, let’s kick this shit off
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| I’m Steve Tasker in Buffalo, run and I’ma get ya
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| I’m in Paris, ooh, yeah, I’m in Paris, yeah
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| You never been before, boo, don’t embarrass yourself
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| I’m in love with my queens, I make a scene with your bitch
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| My chain look like it’s Rue de Paris, I swear it get lit
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| I deserve all this money, I deserve every bitch
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| And we both pray for Paris, but mine ain’t Paris kicks
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| Mine work for Rihanna, mine Fenty as shit
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| Mine workin' for Virgil like Dibiase but flipped
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| I just happen to rap, tap dancin' ain’t one my licks
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| I’m out in France with Gunn, the fragrance est brick
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| I spray guns that blam, my rayguns from Dan
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| My SBs is old, your SBs is trash
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| And my Visa old, but my wings is fresh
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| Brought out Machine and Butcher, boy, we gon' need the bread
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| All my queens is gold, all my freaks still bad
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| Somehow I leave 'em open, like a screen from Shaq (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
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| But now I’m out here in Paris, crushin' on you (Crushin' on you)
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| Bitch, I’m out here in Paris (Boom, boom, boom, ba-boom)
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| Just crushin' on you (Brr, crushin' on you)
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| Bitch, I’m out here in Paris (Ayy, yeah)
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| Just crushin' on you (Crushin' on you)
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| Bitch, I’m out here in Paris
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| Just crushin' on you (Crushin' on you)
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| Bitch
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| You, you
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| Ooh, I got a crush on you
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| Crushin' on you (Crushin' on you, crushin' on you)
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| You, uh, oh
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| Uh, look at what you do
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| Got me crushin' you
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| You, ooh, I got a crush on you (You)
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| Alright, I’ll admit, I’ll admit, I’m no singer
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| But what I am is a showstopper
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| The headliner, the main event, the icon
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| Flygod |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song French Toast, artist - Westside Gunn. Album song Pray for Paris, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп