2 Chainz - A Week In Paris (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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2 Chainz - A Week In Paris (en) Lyrics
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Yeah, did like a week in Paris
(Statik Selektah)
Stayed like a week in Paris
Yeah, chilled like a week in Paris
Baby, what we gon' eat in Paris?
Runway Toni, Glock turned
forty (Forty)
Drop came ordered (Mm),
I'm a trauma hoarder
I ain't never been a bitch, my mom
ain't have no daughters (Nah)
You know I was born a dog like
Calvin Broadus (Alright)
Pull up to the trap spot, may
I take your order? (Hello)
I am so far ahead, they
tryna teleport me
My ego like the size
of Arc de Triomphe
Cut from a different fabric
like Yves Saint Laurent
I know a girl that do
coke on hеr day off
I've been staying down, so it's
gonna pay off (Gotta pay off)
It's the elеvated curation (Yeah)
You can use this for some
inspiration, yeah
Family good, business good,
that's some motivation
Pussy good, money good, shit,
what we drinkin'? (Come on)
I went on a cool run like Bigga Rankin
All these watches to choose one,
it's so invigoratin', yeah
Suicide doors, who decides wars?
This is my life, shawty,
you decide yours
And I ain't arguin' with a
nigga that drink Coors
Or a chick that's wearin' Michael Kors,
it's your world, enjoy (Enjoy)
My biggest pet peeve is when
I ignore niggas, and
Niggas act like they don't know
they being ignored (Damn)
This shit right here euphoric, your
baby mama know it (Know it)
A hustler and a poet, I
came up out the mud
I showered in some Moët, wash
my hands in some Clicquot
My partner have more bricks than
Shaq did at the free throw (Yo)
My dually is a diesel, this
art the beat, the easel
I had to be the man, I had more
spots than the measles, yeah
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