ShaqlsDope - Vintage Paris lyrics
rate me79 eifel tower shit,
Same time as money, so I guess I’m bout an hour in
Sitting in my room, writing raps, sippin sour gin
Body and rap nigga, they bout to throw the towel in
I wanna go to paris, you say you getting fly
But the name brands you speaking about
I really wear it
When it comes to these flows, my nigga there’s no comparing
Difference is when I’m talking but now you actually hear it
Used to sit upon a black bench, dream about these french girls
And how I love they accents
But really that was back when, sinatra was in order
Now the youngings just dream about getting closer
Sleeping with rita ora
A something she want more of
Show me even know it yet
Shout to my fam, bombay, germ, doe pesci
Even my nigga X, yellin out we so next
Plus I’m cocaine, that’s the reason I’ma blow checks
Yes, try to decipher that line, cause the weight went over your head
Was so unkind,
Tell em read between stees and scenes
Can’t do it alone, cause I need the team see green
Break bread, now you know what jesus mean
Life a movie, trust me boy, I seen the scenes
Ah, cup full of that purple like I need to lean
Damn, all I want is leathers and furs
For all my bad chicks, cop em like you send em to her
Want me to end a career, just give me the word
You prolly thinking verbs, that’s the reason you can’t put in work
You a jerk,
Come on, go and do your dance moves
Said that x was a shit, dirty cali, now this
Just got her I’m the man too
Now she saying I’m the man too
Her x was a shit but
Dirty cali and now this
Damn, just got her I’m the man too
I ain’t even done yet, I be like
I’m just getting started so
I’ma hit them with like oh
This that vincious paris shit, hold up in my zone
Damn right I’m so competitive
All these people talking
But they really can’t compare to this.
