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• Artiste: Conway the Machine
• Titre: Parisian Nights
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You know? The check's handsome You know I'm pretty I'm pretty, right? I mean, the check's real handsome, haha Look Streets of Paris, smokin' my newest reefer Quarter-mil' wrist, a good Louis sneaker Dua Lipa in the corner, they said I blew the streets up Smell the Creed on my skin, I cleaned up my sins When I write, my heart bleed from my pen Currency marathon, I can see the future five years beyond I'm Farrakhan, chain a thousand karats, I ain't wear the charm (Woo) Heavy indeed, I'm MVP, Joel Embiid ('Kay) Set of keys, I just reconnect from Medellín Word on my dead, I'll put a bird on your head I tell the shooters, "Turn up," and niggas turnin' up dead (Gah-gah-gah-gah-gah-gah-gah) Yeah, I green-light it, everything I touch turn to gold 'Chine Midas, Drumwork regime, King Leonidas Watch game flew over his bust and mine's plain Goddamn, your arms is too short to box, man (Haha) Yeah, money all in the walls Beauty in all my scars, perfection in all my flaws The check's handsome, brick's pretty, connect stamped 'em Linen pants, I'm in France writin' my next anthem Two women too willin' to be my next tandem I'm out in London in the mornin', let me text mandem, yeah My connection, my compadre Toast drinks when we link, one hundred percent agave Transaction went suave, scored head in the watch face, uh (Salud) Blue hundreds and pink fifties in my safe I don't want nobody to stress for me Even if I talk about my failures, it still'll be a success story She DM'd her number, but I ain't text shorty, huh I mean, the bitch was gorgeous, but she dress poorly, yeah You know how the god play Craps table at the Bellagio, fifty thousand all the hard way (Uh-huh), huh The knife work like Salt Bae ('Kay) Gun work, desperado with the guitar case (Brrt, brrt, brrt) In a whole 'nother time zone, seen the times change Locked in 'til somebody let me out of my cage Type shit, let me pop shit, pourin' champagne Took a long time, still tryna deal with the pain Lookin' on the bright side, but I heard it might rain I'm excited 'bout right now, I cannot wait Too fly with the kites out, doin' my thing Too bright, shit was lights out (Big homie) We made it (We made it, we made it) We made it, we made it, we made it (Don't it feel good? It feel good, right?) We made it, we made it, we made it (This what the top feel like, this what the top feel like) We made it, we made it, we made it (Started at the bottom, though, started at the bottom) We made it, we made it, we made it (Now we at the top, yeah, woo) In a whole 'nother time zone, seen the times change Locked in 'til somebody let me out of my cage Type shit, let me pop shit, pourin' champagne Took a long time, still tryna deal with the pain Lookin' on the bright side, but I heard it might rain I'm excited 'bout right now, I cannot wait Too fly with the kites out, doin' my thing Too bright, shit was lights out In a whole 'nother time zone, seen the times change Type shit, let me pop shit, pourin' champagne Lookin' on the bright side, but I heard it might rain Too fly with the kites out, doin' my thing Too bright, shit was lights out