Big Chief - Paris
Crash landed in the party shorty spot me, Said she tryna leaveAime Leon Dior on the tee feeling heavenly
Raw denim filling up the seats, Masonary feet
V12 tearing up the street
How I do the beat
Approach the boat calm
Need my space, I profile no Tom
Sights locked in, now a nigga might bomb
Need green and the keys to the barn
Knee deep still I peep from afar
Closed case when I knock still I keep them ajar
Roll another gar of that ring the alarm
Not from the hood still he put the hood on
Like it's cold
Do what you must do, to get familiar
View what you must view, it's in the mirror
Things take shape then they leave
The ship gone shake if you take it to sea
Rock to the rhythm rock with a g
Everything smooth, everything cake
Control cruising, Tony Hawk skate
Still on pace for that lodge on the lake
Know y'all want me to say I got a Glock on my waist
And I do, don't get confused
Not breaking news
But it's more to a dude than he put up on front street
What go down when you got no company?
You still comfy? Or this shit ugly?
Niggas in designer still bums
Make 'em sick when I pop out, Hand them all Tums
Usain or a used to, We all have runs
Hit the banker with voodoo, Control mad funds
Things take shape then they leave
The ship gone shake if you take it to sea
Rock to the rhythm rock with a g
Written by:
Enyinna Nwakanma
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