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Aye. Woke up in, woke up in. Yeah. Oh. Sounding real godly. Quavo! Sunny rolling grams of wax. Woke up in Paris. Broke all the mirrors. What that mean? Must mean last night was too Turnt. Oh, shit, aye. They caught me fucking on camera. Ha! I ain't embarrassed. Pull up back home, flag on, tats out. What the fuck is that 'bout? I'm home-bred, hometown, been around the world. I'm back now. I'm Mr. Miyagi with wax in the sake. What? Aye. And I'm running the streets of the City like Rocky. Who the champ? Who the champ? Diamond fangs like a vamp. Where's the package with the stamp? Bust it open by the lamb'. Roll it up until I cramp. Uh, four rings on my hands. Uh, smoke rings from the grams. Uh, got a lady and a tramp. Bitch, I made it from the trap. Dunna. I woke up in Paris. In the bed with a bad bitch. Bad bitch, bad bitch. First I rolled up the lavish. Then I went back for seconds. Swear that pussy the wax. I swear, swear I do. Yeah. I woke up in Paris. I woke up. In the bed with a bad bitch. Bitch, bad bitch. First I rolled up the lavish. Then I went back for seconds. Swear that pussy the wax. Yeah. Made it from the bottom, what you thinking of Me? What you thinking? I made it from the Bottom, what you thinking of me? What you thinking? When I was on the bottom, You didn't hang out with me. No way. Now I got some dollars, They keep hanging with me. Yeah. Take a lot of molly, that's your fantasy. That's your fantasy. Pull up with the gang, Aye, stop playing with me. Stop playing. You took too much of coco, It made your nose bleed. Tripping. Two times for the bando. Two. Shoot two times at the window. Shoot. Pop one off of the kick door. Pop one. Pop one off of this window. Shoot. Old money like a Nintendo. Bring it back home, need to reload. Bring it back. Crips might call it a kilo. Crips. Bloods might call it a below. Put my wrist in the freezer. Wrist. Heat it up, turn it up to beast Mode. Yeah. Bitch, I made it from the trap. Trap. Whole thing in my lap. Yeah. Bitch, I made it from the trap. Trap. Got your girl in my lap. Yeah. Bitch, I made it from the trap. Trap. Got the police running laps. Yeah. Bitch, I made it from the trap. Bitch, I made it out the trap. I woke up in Paris. In the bed with a bad bitch. Bad bitch, bitch. First I rolled up the lavish. Then I went back for seconds. Swear that pussy the wax. I swear, swear I do. Yeah. I woke up in Paris. I woke up. In the bed with a bad bitch. Bad bitch, bitch. First I rolled up the lavish. Then I went back for seconds. Swear that pussy the wax. Yeah.
Machine Gun Kelly, Quavo, Ty Dolla $ign — Trap Paris
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