Paris Fashion Week

Uh, Yea, Solly J Bitch, Uh
Said she love the way I dance
Got like 10 bands in my hands
I'm in yo bitch playlist so I know that she a fan
Coolin' in my section spilling drink all on my pants
I pull up in that Mercedes sprinter van
And she do as I command (Whoa, yeah)
Shorty know that I'm the man
Go through TSA I'm catching flights we out in France
Paris fashion week I only rock designer brands
You can point me to the gas right when I land
Got a table at Drais pull up in the VIP
Not talkin bout shit, Ima dump in this bitch
They jockin' the style they copy the fit
My liver so dirty codeine what I sip
I'm moving the weight like I stay at gym
I'm doin the dash not talkin bout Kim
And I'm dripping water I hope you can swim
Bitch I am a dog and that nigga simp (Grr)
I got drank all in my cup
Then I had to double up
I ain't ever givе a fuck
I'm up right now, you feelin stuck
You talkin shit I'll fuck you up
Yea I keep that semi tucked
Drop thе pin come try to luck
Pussy boy stop actin' tough
I'm living life like Tetris
Ima put you in your place
I do not fuck with the extras
I only be with the gang
I'm powered up like a Tesla
But you still catching the train
And I cannot trust you cuz all of these bitches be lames
Said she love the way I dance
Got like 10 bands in my hands
I'm in yo bitch playlist so I know that she a fan
Coolin' in my section spilling drink all on my pants
I pull up in that Mercedes sprinter van
And she do as I command (Whoa, yeah)
Shorty know that I'm the man (Whoa)
Go through TSA I'm catching flights we out in France
Paris fashion week I only rock designer brands
You can point me to the gas right when I land



Credits
Writer(s): Solomon Johnson
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