327 feat. Tyler, The Creator,Billie Essco

歌詞

Look, I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for) Unreleased Off-White to the ankles (Ankles) Ayy, I'm in them places that you can't go (That you can't go) Don C, Nigo, in the same row (The same row) Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for I need Casablanca by the caseload (Caseload) Silks with the oranges and the mangoes (Mangoes) I'm a model now, baby, got the face for it (Face for it) Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for Ayo, I'm rockin' old Nashes, on the runway in my coke fashion Anybody move, we toe-taggin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) My 327s was blessings, leather Vuitton vests-es Keep a loaded firearm in Mercedes armrests, Lord stressin' (Skrt) 22 with greys, 25, left in a cage I told him hold your head, it's worse in a grave I threw coke in the pot, watched it bloom residue and consume He started wavin', had a lighter and dope spoon A nigga'll try to kill you for your recipe My shooter nasal drip flowin' heavily, duckin' my third felony (Ah) Take his shine, two for five, me and mines Runnin' from suit and ties, you say you the flyest then who am I? Balenciaga with the heel, lemonade a popular drink still VLONE jean jacket rockin', so be real (Ah) Over pots, I'm too exquisite On the dancefloor tryna finger fuck on every visit Some niggas'll never risk it, hoppin' in BMs I'm proud of my position (Skrt), they never had a pot to piss in Body parts on Cavalli dishes On Mulholland in the drop Porsche wildin', my loafers crocodile Stylin', I be havin' greater visions (Ah), you can tell by the way I whip it You gettin' money, then the haters with it It ain't dry, I told 'em wait a minute (Ah) Praise both for the way I did it I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for) Unreleased Off-White to the ankles (Ankles) Ayy, I'm in them places that you can't go (That you can't go) Don C, Nigo, in the same row (The same row) Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for I need Casablanca by the caseload (Caseload, Badmon) Silks with the oranges and the mangoes (Mangoes) I'm a model now, baby, got the face for it (Face for it) Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for I'm from the era of hard knocks and quiet storms (Shh) Rap songs about crack rocks and firearms (Brr, bah, brrah, bah, bah) In the stash spot on some Money Mitch shit (Woo) Adjust the AC, conceal the biscuit (Yeah) It's your life, you can choose to risk it if you wanna These niggas don't want smoke, they want some marijuana (Yeah) I used to get kicked out of class just for my aroma I went to school high, forgot to pick up my diploma (I was high) That's way back when we used to cypher Arizonas (Uh huh) Now I'm in that Maybach, I'm with Puff and Hova (Facts, woo, woo) We bendin' corners in the six-deuce Talk about last night's ten thousand dollar bottles of Patron, sip it like it's juice, homie How can I lose? The shit these niggas'll do to be in my shoes I'm done playin' by rules Learned from OGs, I'm retirin' the jewels Everything is plain jane, different day, the same thing I mean, it's usual Everything that's new to you be the type of shit I'm used to I could give a fuck about the haters, shit, I'm used to 'em If it's fuck me, then know the feelings is mutual (Bitch) I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for) Unreleased Off-White to the ankles (Ankles) Ayy, I'm in them places that you can't go (That you can't go) Don C, Nigo, in the same row (The same row) Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for I need Casablanca by the caseload (Caseload) Silks with the oranges and the mangoes (Mangoes,) I'm a model now, baby, got the face for it (Face for it) Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for If you feelin' good Everybody say yeah, yeah (Oh, oh, yeah) Yeah, yeah (Feelin' good) Yeah, yeah (I'm on my Gunn shit) Bitch, I'm all that, all that, Kenan, Kel (Kel, uh) When I walk in, niggas ring the, ring the bells (Bells) Roses at my feet, niggas kneel, bitches yell Glitter on my neck match the glitter on my fingernails Niggas always got something to say, well fuck 'em Same guys was mighty 'til they got to duckin' (Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew) We got the pucks and we chuckin', they playin' chicken and cluckin' (Cluck, cluck, cluck) I'm Colonel Sanders to you motherfuckers Niggas trash and we dumpin' (Uh), I been rappin' and fuckin' (Yup) He 6'5", I'm a munchkin, and we speed to the disco (Dance) This car came with a driver, I'm in the back playin' "Frontin'" I ain't cryin', the wind is flyin', stop makin' assumptions I ain't lyin' or nothin', yes, I'm is, I'm so happy I turn nothin' to somethin', my skin glowin', my hair nappy (Yeah, yeah) My health good, my mama good, my niggas too And they only wanna have good times like Josh Safdie We eat good, long way from Maccas burgers Long way from that Metro bus taxi service Long way, loco gangs tried to taxiderm' it (Where you from, nigga?) We would run until our motherfuckin' backs was burnin', uh But anyway, the shorts short and the socks high And the emeralds shinin', them GQs and them pot pies (Bling) And I spy with my private eye that you tried You cannot pull this look off, nigga, you not I I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for) Unreleased Off-White to the ankles (Ankles) Ayy, I'm in them places that you can't go (That you can't go) Don C, Nigo, in the same row (The same row) Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for I need Casablanca by the caseload (Caseload) Silks with the oranges and the mangoes (Mangoes) I'm a model now, baby, got the face for it (Face for it) Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for)