Eiffel Power

Ohhhhh!
From the bottom, from the top, yuh
Cross Atlantic, fly so awesome
Ohhhhh!
Like I'm Rambo, came from 'Nando
He got Mistral, on the can like
Ohhhhh!
An Astro, diss though
Port-au-Prince pro
Box Adonis, Drake throw
Ohhhhh!
Back to France bars
La Santé health
Never steal art
Citroen lacks stealth

Wanna seize some land, start with France
Investing lots of money
Goldman Sachs
Raise the bar, retirement age
Paris burning down like the Notre Dame
Silent like a suppressor
She sneeze I'mma bless her
Steal your girl, I undress her
Impasse these hoes
I'm past these hoes
Outlast the foes
Detroit foreclose

Sammy J.T.'s back, no flack, setting fire to the track
Poet to many, call me Balzac
I'm a fighter I don't gym though
Hate my fans like Nintendo
Making art like I'm Van Gogh
Never whining, still in Bordeaux
How about I make a song, fresh brand new
Just a year from now, songs called a break through
Those of you who doubt me, ready for battle,
I'm 'bout to own my opps like farmers do with cattle

Ligue One, for fun, top table like PSG
Push P, Gunna heat, Harden bushiest PG
"Hold on it's very warm" coconutty, can't take the heat
Beet, beet, beet, beet, sometimes I just need a beet
Carcassonne, different zone
I put the blueberry in the scone
Rose gold, row three
Center court at Smoothie King
Get Throwed like Bun B, feuding with Steve Harvey
Like a Brownberry I'm carby,
But I'm Boardman, I'm at Arby's
Water in winter
Feels like a splinter
Chop a pork liver
Make the opps shiver

Control B go bolder,
Prime Time in Boulder
Big game like Dame
Eye of the beholder
Messi over Mbappe
No World Cup back to back
Olé Olé Olé Olé
To lose French have a knack
Necesito tu aquí
Catalán, Gaudí
Francia, río
Sena, París
Amazon River I deliver that package
Leave her behind with emotional baggage
Hundreds on hundreds
Racks on the rise
Attempts to kill Castro
Six hundred tries

Time to win it, Just need a minute
Overzealous, leave you breathless
Get Dr. Pepper, Cheddar
Bacon, no faking
Mathematician, On a mission
Atomic bombs with fission
Hitting shots, I'm not sorry
Pardon my french, Baise Paris
Engineering major
Send a message to my pager
I rap the best, lemme show you
Don't believe me, wanna wager?
The French are so clumsy
And leave an odd smell
They named a tall tower about how I fell
Finished this song with the French in debris
Don't try a comeback, I'd just C'est la vie



Credits
Writer(s): Elliot Wood Oquist, Katherine Tarrence, Nathan R Foley, Samuel J. Tarrence
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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