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need no VISA
I'm out in Paris like Finch
We did it again
Balcony Views let's go shopping out the ends
We can take a lil trip yeah yeah
Maybe even skinny

listen It's in your eyes
You've been strong for time you're aloud to cry
You've been strong for time let it out that's fine
Yeah she knows she pretty, but

living out of a van
When I had a part time job, Obamacare worked for me
When I worked as a sub, they called me "Mr. G."
In the desert
Where the Joshua

living out of a van
When I had a part time job, Obamacare worked for me
When I worked as a sub, they called me "Mr. G."
In the desert
Where the Joshua

fucking driving in it nigga
Said she wanna feel a bit of paradise
Put her on my tower like the Eiffel now she thinking bout a Paris flight
Sucking like

whatever have you
But along the way share the compassion in your story
Your tears could quench dry bones with your story
Let em ride the wave or use

was playing with her pussy cat while she eat my carrot
That bitch really told me let's go to paris
How the fuck I'm supposed to trust a bitch that said

your pictures let it ripple
Throw your bills and let it tripple
Runnin now and never looking back
Out of sight but never out of mind
Judged by everyone

I'm Mosey in Paris, I'm Mosey in France
I thought that I told you I need the advance
Look through my IG and look through my lens
I did a IFN, who did I

been thinking bout the pool, yeah
With the driveway and my shawty
On my side, yeah, out in pari'
Getting high, yeah, she gon' take dick right there
Say

it's up to herself
If you ain't wit it then let's just forget it
But with you by my side how I'd rather see wealth
Can't you see what I've done for you

Yeh, it's your boy - Bex
Mon amour - Mon amour babie
Tell me now babe
Check you heart babe, it's where you'll find me
You can pull in my hood, bring

die by the truth
In and outside the booth
All of my neighbors Caucasian they watch what I do
Don't know were they stand is stolen land
They lie to their

latest fashion
Can't get caught in no web been had spidey senses
My Lil Mamma she certified
Had a ting just a ting had to let it go
I need some to hold

sodomized
Pardon my French nigga nigga

But it's niggas in Paris
Asked you what you make a show
And now you niggas embarrassed
I done got popping i'll be

Rolling up John wick smoking on kill
Get hot like a pepper you play with my bills
Don't got on no cleats but I'm still in the field
No watermark that

Cause I'm on a path
To let my visions be chosen
By the ones have spoken
No if, ands or buts
Its either this or the coffin

I'm sorry mom
I know you hate

walking in the rain
Imma hit it from many different angles
Icing on my neck yeah it feeling like strangle
You deserve no less than the best so
Let it happen

we civil and Savage from Dallas to Paris to Athens managed to traffic these ballads with passion trust in your captain I spit it like Gatlin you going

a badders sippin belaire on a balcony 

I swear all this buying is a habit 
Take you to the Hilton let me fly you out to Paris 
And if it's the best you want

tomorrow
Rose in the line, think that I'm blind
And I'm co-signing with codeine on my mind
I stand by my money, what you stand these bitches
I think I know

about surrender, no
cnd if you lay down your arms, if your burden's too hard to bare 
You betta rest for a while 
Then grab the bull by the horns and face

listen for you
I was never in love I was just stuck in a trance
Blinded by your beauty always taking a glance
And I always had a dream that we'd take

score, lets take our love on tour
Fly to Paris, girl bonjour
You made me so mature
Look how I changed for the better
Up in my head there's stormy weather