French Toast - Westside Gunn, Wale, Joyce Wrice

Bitch, I’m out here in Paris

Just crushin' on you (Crushin' on you)

Bitch, I’m out here in Paris

Just crushin' on you (Crushin' on you)

Bitch, I’m out here in Paris (Ayy)

Just crushin' on you (Too sweet, crushin' on you)

Bitch (Folarin, yo, okay)

I’m sendin' shots, motherfucker, drink up

Your bars tender like umbrella in cup

Niggas never confront me, but on the humble, I can never hit ya

'Cause you a broad, you just domestic as fuck, what’s up?

Yeah

Nobody’ll miss ya, what’s up with the big talk?

Yeah (Brr)

I’m never gon' switch up, they all Eric Bischoff, yeah (Grr)

My team special like we eleven, let’s kick this shit off

I’m Steve Tasker in Buffalo, run and I’ma get ya

I’m in Paris, ooh, yeah, I’m in Paris, yeah

You never been before, boo, don’t embarrass yourself

I’m in love with my queens, I make a scene with your bitch

My chain look like it’s Rue de Paris, I swear it get lit

I deserve all this money, I deserve every bitch

And we both pray for Paris, but mine ain’t Paris kicks

Mine work for Rihanna, mine Fenty as shit

Mine workin' for Virgil like Dibiase but flipped

I just happen to rap, tap dancin' ain’t one my licks

I’m out in France with Gunn, the fragrance est brick

I spray guns that blam, my rayguns from Dan

My SBs is old, your SBs is trash

And my Visa old, but my wings is fresh

Brought out Machine and Butcher, boy, we gon' need the bread

All my queens is gold, all my freaks still bad

Somehow I leave 'em open, like a screen from Shaq (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)

But now I’m out here in Paris, crushin' on you (Crushin' on you)

Bitch, I’m out here in Paris (Boom, boom, boom, ba-boom)

Just crushin' on you (Brr, crushin' on you)

Bitch, I’m out here in Paris (Ayy, yeah)

Just crushin' on you (Crushin' on you)

Bitch, I’m out here in Paris

Just crushin' on you (Crushin' on you)

Bitch

You, you

Ooh, I got a crush on you

Crushin' on you (Crushin' on you, crushin' on you)

You, uh, oh

Uh, look at what you do

Got me crushin' you

You, ooh, I got a crush on you (You)

Alright, I’ll admit, I’ll admit, I’m no singer

But what I am is a showstopper

The headliner, the main event, the icon

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