Built like gods if they are greek | Get my name right then we might speak | She's like "c'est toi qui fais ta musique?"
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Built like gods if they are greek | Get my name right then we might speak | She's like "c'est toi qui fais ta musique?"
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Built like gods if they are greek Get my name right then we might speak She's like "c'est toi qui fais ta musique?" Do you see anyone else in this bitch? Tats on my body you can't read Still they wanna meet the Persian boy You only come for fashion week Rive gauche rive droite at my patio Take it piano Ain't much you can tell me these days Dropping masterpieces and hangin low Swear I'm outta place these days I miss a time I did not know Disco-nympho, rolling loud in Monte Carlo Window, wind blow, blowing snow in San Francisco Chevy bimbos, 80s pornos Many hate on my mixtures Many say I ain't where I'm from Many hate on my cultures Many say "go back where you're from" Dropped outta college But I topped my class "T'es sûr que c'est pas risqué?" "T'es sûr que ça passe?" You ain't heard me if you gotta ask I'm getting money and I'm grabbing - High roller and higher life High roller and higher life High roller and higher life High roller and higher life High roller and higher life High roller and higher life High roller and higher life I go smoothly with the moves And I get money how I choose In south of France I got the views I'll go crazy on the news Yeah homies never more than douze This ain't a gang bitch it's a zoo She said "take me to your studio" So I took her to my bedroom In here no legroom Put them on my back and shoulders to save room White washed girls do come around And white washed girls all better know My immigrant kin didn't come on boat For me to jump at any hoe "Euh that's slightly offensive euh" "You can't say that shit" Keyboard's french it's typing "thé" instead of "the" I swear it's killing me A keynote when she talks She from Paris You know how chéries be I put my time and energy To rep three countries with no embassies And that's on me, on me, on me, on me and only me That's on me and everything I own S/o Paris homie s/o Rome Chéries see me, I make every single moan And it's like that Italian blood, it ain't that bad Slick back, all black Yeah and they love that "Love"? Hold on wait it ain't like that Hate me? Look back there's where your line at "Tu viens d'où?" Je viens - wait who are you? Way too many ask for rendezvous Name's Dariush aka the musical prostitute Bevo per dimenticare Ma ora non ricordo "Do you know Italian or sign language?" I can use my hands if you want to know People out here they be talking shit People out here they ain't doing this Wake up at dawn, making hits with no yawn Homie dreams are dreamt But are built with grit People out here they be talking shit People out here they ain't doing this Wake up at dawn, making hits with no yawn Homie dreams are dreamt But are built with grit
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