歌手:Westside Gunn
专辑:《Pray for Paris》

Look, I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for)
Unreleased Off-White to the ankles (Ankles)
Ayy, I'm in them places that you can't go (That you?can't go)
Don C, Nigo, in the same row (The same row)
Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for
I need Casablanca by the caseload (Caseload, brr)
Silks with the oranges and the mangoes (Mangoes)
I'm a model now, baby, got the face for it (Face for it)
Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for
Ayo, I'm rockin' old Nashes, on the runway in my coke fashion
Anybody move, we toe-taggin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
My 327s was blessings, leather Vuitton vests-es
Keep a loaded firearm in Mercedes armrests, Lord stressin' (Skrt)
22 with greys, 25, left in a cage
I told him hold your head, it's worse in a grave
I threw coke in the pot, watched it bloom residue and consume
He started wavin', had a lighter and shit spoon
A b***h tryna kill you for your recipe
My shooter nasal drip flowin' heavily, duckin' my third felony (Ah)
Take his shine, two for five, me and mines
Runnin' from suit and ties, you say you the flyest then who am I?
Balenciaga with the heel, lemonade a popular drink still
VLONE jean jacket rockin', so be real (Ah)
Over pots, I'm too exquisite
On the dancefloor tryna finger **** on every visit
Some niggas'll never risk it, hoppin' in BMs
I'm proud of my position (Skrt), they never had a pot to piss in
Body parts on Cavalli dishes
On Mulholland in the drop Porsche wildin', my loafers crocodile
Stylin', I be havin' greater visions (Ah), you can tell by the way I whip it
You gettin' money, then the haters with it
It ain't dry, I told 'em wait a minute (Ah)
Praise both for the way I did it
I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for)
Unreleased Off-White to the ankles (Ankles)
Ayy, I'm in them places that you can't go (That you can't go)
Don C, Nigo, in the same row (The same row)
Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for
I need Casablanca by the caseload (Caseload, Badmon)
Silks with the oranges and the mangoes (Mangoes, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm a model now, baby, got the face for it (Face for it, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for
I'm from the era of hard knocks and quiet storms (Shh)
Rap songs about crack rocks and firearms (Brr, bah, brrah, bah, bah)
In the stash spot on some Money Mitch shit (Woo)
Adjust the AC, conceal the biscuit (Yeah)
It's your life, you can choose to risk it if you wanna
These niggas don't want smoke, they want some bullshit (Yeah)
I used to get kicked out of class just for my aroma
I went to school high, forgot to pick up my diploma (I was high)
That's way back when we used to cypher Arizonas (Uh huh)
Now I'm in that Maybach, I'm with Puff and Hova (Facts, woo, woo)
We bendin' corners in the six-deuce
Talk about last night's ten thousand dollar bottles of Patron, sip it like it's juice, homie
How could I lose? The shit these fools do to be in my shoes
I'm done playin' by rules
Learned from OGs, I'm retirin' the jewels
Everything is plain jane, different day, the same thing
I mean, it's usual
Everything that's new to you be the type of shit I'm used to
Pray for Paris, I could give a **** about the haters, shit, I'm used to 'em
If it's **** me, then know the feelings is mutual (B***h)
I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for)
Unreleased Off-White to the ankles (It's young Bada$$)
Ayy, I'm in them places that you can't go (Yeah, yeah, yeah, that you can't go)
Don C, Nigo, in the same row (The same row)
Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for
I need Casablanca by the caseload (Caseload)
Silks with the oranges and the mangoes (Mangoes)
I'm a model now, baby, got the face for it (Face for it)
Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for
If you feelin' good
Everybody say yeah, yeah (Oh, oh, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Feelin' good)
Yeah, yeah (I'm on my Gunn shit)
B***h, I'm all that, all that, Kenan, Kel (Kel, uh)
When I walk in, niggas ring the, ring the bells (Bells)
Roses at my feet, niggas kneel, ****in' yell
Glitter on my neck match the glitter on my fingernails
Niggas always got something to say, well **** 'em
Same guys was mighty 'til they got to duckin' (Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew)
We got the pucks and we chuckin', they playin' chicken and cluckin' (Cluck, cluck, cluck)
I'm Colonel Sanders to you mother****ers
Niggas trash and we dumpin' (Uh), I been rappin' and ****in' (Yup)
He 6'5", I'm a munchkin, and we speed to the disco (Dance)
This car came with a driver, I'm in the back playin' "Frontin'"
I ain't cryin', the wind is flyin', stop makin' assumptions
I ain't lyin' or nothin', yes, I'm is, I'm so happy
I turn nothin' to somethin', my skin glowin', my hair nappy (Yeah, yeah)
My health good, my mama good, my niggas too
And they only wanna have good times like Josh Safdie
We eat good, long way from Maccas burgers
Long way from that Metro bus taxi service
Long way, loco gangs tried to taxiderm' it (Where you from, nigga?)
We would run until our mother****in' backs was burnin', uh
But anyway, the shorts short and the socks high
And the emeralds shinin', them GQs and them pot pies (Bling)
And I spy with my private eye that you tried
You cannot pull this look off, b***h, you not I
I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for)
Unreleased Off-White to the ankles (Ankles)
Ayy, I'm in them places that you can't go (That you can't go)
Don C, Nigo, in the same row (The same row)
Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for
I need Casablanca by the caseload (Caseload)
Silks with the oranges and the mangoes (Mangoes)
I'm a model now, baby, got the face for it (Face for it)
Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for)