Paris Tropic

That one bad and I like her but she can't be my ting cos
When I buss I don't like her told her to leave my crib
I got white on this lyca wish I could breed this sim
Phone on dnd but but I'm always on when this lyca rings

She love all the finer things
CC Louis Gucci you get me
Sexy I can only buy them things if
I chop this pack then move it correctly

Lay back and I light this cess
Still ain't a thing can't stress me
Smell clean cos I don't sell weed but
I still got shots for the coke no Pepsi

Look at the shoes on feet that white cocaine come sweet you get it
I Was up in the party b might drink but you know
I don't sniff just sell it
You wanna get lit let's get it
I know how the party be
I Heard you wanna pop some pills but I only got blow like RPG

This bad b like cardi b but she only want me cos I spend that cash
Anti I don't like the police cos they took man's stack but
I brought it back
Show me where the bands be at facts
I'm still round the gangs and cats
I'm still round the gyaldem too true
I'm still round here shelling at tracks

That one bad and I like her but she can't be my ting cos
When I buss I don't like her told her to leave my crib
I got white on this lyca wish I could breed this sim
Phone on dnd but but I'm always on when this lyca rings

CC Louis Gucci you get me
Sexy
But I only got blow like RPG
But she only want me cos I spend that cash
Cos they took man's stack
I brought it back



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Writer(s): Alexandre Robert, Dino Dos Santos, Edouard Stienne, Junes Ub
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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