Whatusayin
I've just landed in Paris
Saint Honoré I'm sitting at the terrace
From Tehran to Venice
You know how we roll
Suits straight outta Harrods
Little boy better move out my way
When it comes to my time better know I'm a menace
You and I ain't the same
I'm a different kind
But don't need to be jealous
Man's too sensitive
Gonna get hurt when you testing me
Got your girl texting me
She knows my songs
She sharing me
May you rest in peace
If you ever think of dissing me
You can't level me
This city's my bitch since I walked these streets
You know they know me everywhere I go
In this place I ain't alone
2 AM and I'm riding my car
Drunk as fuck I ain't going home
I got my girl pouring me whiskey
While you haters are home alone
Imma smoke you up like it's 420
She sniffin' lines right off her phone
Whatusayin?
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All of those who saw me in this
Know wagwan when I pull up on beats
And anyone who's trying to diss
Y'all better know I don't give a fuck since
Since hey
Since hey
(Be tokhmam nisti)
Since hey
Since hey
Since hey
(You know nothing)
She said she wants smoke in her lungs
Don't give a damn if her braincells are gone
Rolling the bucks to sniff all the tony
Cocaine on the rials' imam
Red wine splashing all over the floor
It's 3 am and she snorting some more
You don't know how it feels but we know how it goes
Police be coming and knocking down doors
Whatusayin?
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Eh yo bimbo
Imma leave you in limbo
You know how this ting go
I don't need a pistol
Fist u down like
Manny Pacquiao
Siktir
Talking 'bout me on the gram
I don't care bout your hoes or the fans
I don't care if na na na na
I don't care if you part of a gang
I walk in this place
Chill and lowkey
Antoine calls me says
"Where are u G?"
Drunk as fuck
Have to carry my girl
Called a taxi
Jumped in the back seat
Says she wants smoke in her body
Spilled the grey goose on the Fendi
Count the diamonds on the Breitling
I know it'll get you to sleep
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Saint Honoré I'm sitting at the terrace
From Tehran to Venice
You know how we roll
Suits straight outta Harrods
Little boy better move out my way
When it comes to my time better know I'm a menace
You and I ain't the same
I'm a different kind
But don't need to be jealous
Man's too sensitive
Gonna get hurt when you testing me
Got your girl texting me
She knows my songs
She sharing me
May you rest in peace
If you ever think of dissing me
You can't level me
This city's my bitch since I walked these streets
You know they know me everywhere I go
In this place I ain't alone
2 AM and I'm riding my car
Drunk as fuck I ain't going home
I got my girl pouring me whiskey
While you haters are home alone
Imma smoke you up like it's 420
She sniffin' lines right off her phone
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
All of those who saw me in this
Know wagwan when I pull up on beats
And anyone who's trying to diss
Y'all better know I don't give a fuck since
Since hey
Since hey
(Be tokhmam nisti)
Since hey
Since hey
Since hey
(You know nothing)
She said she wants smoke in her lungs
Don't give a damn if her braincells are gone
Rolling the bucks to sniff all the tony
Cocaine on the rials' imam
Red wine splashing all over the floor
It's 3 am and she snorting some more
You don't know how it feels but we know how it goes
Police be coming and knocking down doors
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Eh yo bimbo
Imma leave you in limbo
You know how this ting go
I don't need a pistol
Fist u down like
Manny Pacquiao
Siktir
Talking 'bout me on the gram
I don't care bout your hoes or the fans
I don't care if na na na na
I don't care if you part of a gang
I walk in this place
Chill and lowkey
Antoine calls me says
"Where are u G?"
Drunk as fuck
Have to carry my girl
Called a taxi
Jumped in the back seat
Says she wants smoke in her body
Spilled the grey goose on the Fendi
Count the diamonds on the Breitling
I know it'll get you to sleep
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
Whatusayin?
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Writer(s): Dariush Sharaghi
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