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wavy budapest - paris frstyle lyrics

[intro: co lee]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
how does it sound?
yeah, it’s so hot in the sun
yeah, yeah, ay

[verse 1: co lee]
touch down in cdg, comedy golf song
got hearts in my feet but i’m keeping my eyes on
gotta watch where i step, f+ck, another regret
yeah i’d never waste a word, i only speak when the mics on
grab the luggy, then i [?], jews on me like a b+tch
front the store you see me let
getting stoned til’ it [?]
what i’m spitting gon’ to be worth the brick real soon, no silver spoon
but i’m silk smooth, and i k!ll these fools
so better talk to me nice
word of god is what i heard
then i put my hometown on the tip of the iceberg
now it’s dom beats, resurrect a head full of zombies
we in paris boy playing like these b+tches feed me carrots, well

[chorus: co lee, kebab, orlando]
i’m hot as the sun, i’m hot as the sun
pumping in my veins, feel like a beast on the run
i’m hot as the sun, hot as the sun
they want to hear me talk, but i’m holding my tongue
[verse 2: orlando]
uh+uh, yeah
paint blown runny on sevastopol
neon tape roll cover all the blocks [?]
we’d all make more money with the stock broke flow
f+ck your life, i ain’t nice no more
but what’s the price low for?
the more i thought about it, more i started hating it
no one around me had no money, ain’t no shame in it
put a flame in it, melt them like a fondue
switch the double+cross crown and stripes for the fleur+de lis de anjou
big brodie, what you gon’ do?
orlando, co lee, come through
dom beats chopped like kung+fu
we’re up too, don’t ask ’cause you don’t wanna’ know
the eiffel tower’s far my bro, [?] like marlboro
put the rosegold in the photo, tell big shoulders, run up
your man’s a bozo, won’t you tell him to go shut the f+ck up?
they call the zone of no, go find some trash to pose in fron’ of
i’ve been a no+show, got a note? so pack it, slow the sun up

[verse 3: kebab]
yeah, yeah
gave the shotty to the shawty, hit the spliff inside the audi
in the prada bag, mama said she gon’ pray today
i hope this sh+t gon’ fade away, i’d like to plead guilty
i got sh+t on my mind that make me real filthy
rap until it will k!ll me, rap until it will k!ll me
demons, uh
demons hiding in the smoke, my flying hours beat the most
since you can’t deny it, i’m bendin’ iron for the throne, yeah
when did i get in between the lines on the floor
i’m ripping what my hands are tied with, armor won’t get you knighted
vodka will get you f+cked up, you eating what you vomit
ultraviolet silence of the mind will keep the culture guided, uh
let’s keep that hot sh+t multiplying
yeah, it keeps that hot sh+t (multiplying)
[chorus: co lee, kebab, orlando]
i’m hot as the sun, i’m hot as the sun
pumping in my veins, feel like a beast on the run
i’m hot as the sun, hot as the sun
they want to hear me talk, but i’m holding my tongue

[outro]
(j’habite à saint+germain+des+prés
et chaque soir j’ai rendez+vous…)

- wavy budapest lyrics

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