Lyrics:
So check it off the list and let's leave for the day
Woah-O
I think its time that we wake up
Woah-O
It's a good morning when you wake up
Mass elation
Let's do Paris in July
and New York in May
and I know where we can go
I'll show you a secret place I know
Sights that most will never see
Come away
And bubble tea by the ocean
Paradise
Yes, you see me
Now let's return back
Enter deep sea where I see S.S
Easing on the pickles I never left
Krab making
this note
Don't be sad
Just know that I'm happy now
I'm going to Paris
I'll be gone for a little while
Cause somebody tripped
I caught them by instinct
Don't be tripping on me cause I know what you love
You love the bottles yea you love the club
Spent like 10 thousand in there just because
Fighting
ta berline et passe ton cul à l’eau froide.
Triste Père je prie le tango-machie mais je te chie dessus,
Courtoisie tactique fais la bise à
that instead of your face so
Let your low-end raise, yo
Tango, what you think, ho? Slow dancin' or bowling?
You tryna hold hands with your homie?
hollerin', you got bottom-end like an 8-0-8
And I (base) whether we're fuckin' off that instead of your face so
Let your low-end raise, yo
Tango, what you
Another summer day
has come and gone away
In Paris or Rome...
but I wanna go home
...uhm Home
may be surrounded by
a million people I
still feel all
by the ocean skipping stones
All alone
It takes two to tango take no offense from me
You're doomed from the get go 'cause you couldn't let it be
Makes
I'm gonna give you all I've got you gotta get me higher
You gotta do the best you can unchaining my desire
You're the best in town the number one
assholes
Fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up
Doing a tango
And cash, always in my grasp
Came up in the game wearin khakis not kangols, stranglin'
you like a bro
Floatin' out in outer space
Out in the friend zone
We not really friends tho
You in the dog house
For playing stupid games
This cat
I'm gon' feature Em and get rich
And let Dre mix the shit
And drive off in the
Range Ro' 'Cause everywhere
I go they love the "bling-bling" flow!
Bang
Let a nigga try me, let a nigga
I put Forgis on my Jeep
Nigga I ride SRT
But my gang that’s NSD
Nigga cannot fuck with me
I’m in Cali, we blowing
When did rap turn into a fashion show?
Too many makeup artists won't let their passion show
The anti-social mogul, havin' 20/20 visions
In needa
you thought of the ways we flow together?
I see us in Paris forever
Sharing creme brûlée
Mmh c'est ma préféree
I'll take you the Seine
Let's paint by
What do you miss?
I really miss those cupcakes on the Pope Street
Where?
In my neighborhood
Oh my god
Time passing by
We don't understand why
Time
nobody else
I chase the bag by myself
I might just spend a bag by myself
Pull up to the club in foreign whips whips
Come through with designer got that
in the moonlight
September in the rain, remember me?
It might have been in Paris in the springtime
The thought of it intrigues me more and more
a rhymer, you still a small timer
Hoping that the game treat that ass a little kinder
Every step tango'd
Your beef don't concern me
I'm eating mangoes in
a rhymer, you still a small timer
Hoping that the game treat that ass a little kinder
Every step tango'd
Your beef don't concern me
I'm eating mangoes in
Can't feel a thang. Maybe I'll fly
Hop in the whip. Let's take a trip. Baby let's ride
She like my drip. Hand on her hip. Baby let's slide
Baby you fine.
and blowing ounces by the day
And late at night get on that bump and grind to Marvin Gaye
Let's take a trip out to Bermuda and go out to space
Or out to Paris
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