- Westside Gunn French Toast 歌詞
- Westside Gunn
- Bonjour, ayo
Westside Gunn
You dont even speak English, I can tell that you mean it (That you mean it, that you mean it, that you mean it, that you mean it)
You can put your legs up, you can choke me while I eat it (While I eat it, while I eat it, while I eat it, while I eat it)
Hold hands by the Louvre, Eiffel Tower in the evening (In the evening, in the evening, in the evening, in the evening)
We can laugh over french toast, but yall dont call it french toast (French toast, french toast, french toast, toast)
Dont worry bout me, *****, I been **** (I been ****, I been ****, I been ****, ****)
You see the roses in my intro (In my intro, in my intro, in my intro, my intro, my intro)
Big V on you, thats for Valentino (Thats for Valentino, Valentino, Valentino, Valentino, Valentino)
*** **** Spider, seats cappuccino (Skrrt, cappuccino, cappuccino, cappuccino, cappuccino, cappuccino)
Heard you just killed em at the Raf show (At the Raf show, at the Raf show, at the Raf show, Raf show, Raf show)
Used to sell crack out the backdoor (Out the backdoor, backdoor, backdoor, backdoor, backdoor)
Westside Gunn, Joyce Wrice & Wale]
But now Im out here in Paris crushin on you (Crushin on you)
*****, Im out here in Paris
Just crushin on you (Crushin on you)
*****, Im out here in Paris
Just crushin on you (Crushin on you)
*****, Im out here in Paris (Ayy)
Just crushin on you (Too sweet, crushin on you)
***** ( Folarin, yo, okay)
Wale]
Im sendin shots, mother****er, drink up
Your bars tender like umbrella in cup
*****s never confront me, but on the humble, I can never hit ya
Cause you a broad, you just domestic as ****, whats up? Yeah
Nobodyll miss ya, whats up with the big talk? Yeah (Brr)
Im never gon switch up, they all Eric Bischoff, yeah (Grr)
My team special like we eleven, lets kick this shit off
Im Steve Tasker in Buffalo, run and Ima get ya
Im in Paris, ooh, yeah, Im in Paris, yeah
You never been before, boo, dont embarrass yourself
Im in love with my queens, I make a scene with your *****
My chain look like its Rue de Paris, I swear it get lit
I deserve all this money, I deserve every *****
And we both pray for Paris, but mine aint Paris kicks
Mine work for Rihanna, mine Fenty as shit
Mine workin for Virgil like Dibiase but flipped
I just happen to rap, tap dancin aint one my licks
Im out in France with Gunn, the fragrance est brick
I spray guns that blam, my rayguns from Dan
My SBs is old, your SBs is trash
And my Visa old, but my wings is fresh
Brought out Machine and Butcher, boy, we gon need the bread
All my queens is gold, all my freaks still bad
Somehow I leave em open, like a screen from Shaq (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
Westside Gunn, Joyce Wrice & Wale]
But now Im out here in Paris, crushin on you (Crushin on you)
*****, Im out here in Paris (Boom, boom, boom, ba-boom)
Just crushin on you (Brr, crushin on you)
*****, Im out here in Paris (Ayy, yeah)
Just crushin on you (Crushin on you)
*****, Im out here in Paris
Just crushin on you (Crushin on you)
*****
Joyce Wrice]
You, you
Ooh, I got a crush on you
Crushin on you (Crushin on you, crushin on you)
You, uh, oh
Uh, look at what you do
Got me crushin you
You, ooh, I got a crush on you (You)
Alright, Ill admit, Ill admit, Im no singer
But what I am is a showstopper
The headliner, the main event, the icon
Flygod
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