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Quavo - Trap Paris Lyrics

Trap Paris Lyrics[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly, Ty Dolla $ign, Quavo & 21 Savage]
Ayy (Woke up in, woke up in)
Yeah, oh-oh (Soundin' real godly)
Quavo
Sonny rollin' grams of wax (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Woke up in Paris (Hold up, what?)
Broke all the mirrors (What that mean?)
Must mean last night was too turnt (Woah, shit), ayy, ayy
They caught me fucking on camera (Ha)
I ain't embarrassed, pull up
Back home, flag on, tats out, what the fuck is that 'bout?
I'm homebred, hometown
Been around the world, I'm back now, I'm (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Mr. Miyagi with wax in the sake (What? Hahaha), ayy
And I'm running the streets of the city like Rocky (Go)
Who the champ? Who the champ?
Diamond fangs like a vamp
Where's the package with the stamp? (What?)
Bust it open by the lamp, roll it up until I cramp, uh
Four rings on my hands, uh
Smoke rings from the grams, uh
Got a lady and a tramp
Bitch, I made it from the trap, Gunner

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, Machine Gun Kelly & Both]
I woke up in Paris (Oh, I woke up in Paris)
In the bed, with a bad bitch (Bad bitch, bad bitch, ayy)
First, I rolled up the last (Rolled it up)
Then I went back for sex (Ayy)
Swear that pussy the wettest (I swear, I swear, I do), yeah
I woke up in Paris (I woke up, pull up, what?)
In the bed, with a bad bitch (Bad bitch, bad bitch, ayy)
First, I rolled up the last (Rolled it up)
Then I went back for sex (Ayy)
Swear that pussy the wettest, yeah

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Made it from the bottom
What you thinkin' of me? (What you thinkin'?)
I made it from the bottom
What you thinkin' of me? (What you thinkin'?)
When I was on the bottom
You didn't hang out with me (No way)
Now I got some dollars, they keep hangin' with me (Yeah)
Take a lot of Molly, that's your fantasy (That's your fantasy)
Pull up with the gang, ayy, stop playin' with me (Stop playing)
You took too much of Coco, it made your nose bleed (Trippin'), woo
Too turnt for the bando (Too; ayy)
Shoot two times through the window (Shoot)
Pop one off for the kick though (Pop one)
Pop one off for this endo (Oh, shoot)
Old money like a Nintendo (Oh)
Bring it back home, need to reload (Bring back)
Crips mights call it a kilo (Crip)
Bloods might call it a bilo (Blood)
Put my wrist in a freezer (Wrist)
Heat it up, turn it up to beast mode (Yeah)
Bitch, I made it from the trap (Trap)
Whole thang in my lap (Oh-oh)
Bitch, I made it from the trap (Trap)
Got your girl in my lap (Yeah)
Bitch, I made it from the trap (Trap)
Got the police running laps (Yeah)
Bitch, I made it from the trap (Trap)
Bitch, I made it out the trap

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, Machine Gun Kelly & Both]
I woke up in Paris (Oh, I woke up in Paris)
In the bed, with a bad bitch (Bad bitch, bad bitch, ayy)
First, I rolled up the last (Rolled it up)
Then I went back for sex (Ayy)
Swear that pussy the wettest (I swear, I swear, I do), yeah
I woke up in Paris (I woke up, pull up, what?)
In the bed, with a bad bitch (Bad bitch, bad bitch, ayy)
First, I rolled up the last (Rolled it up)
Then I went back for sex (Ayy)
Swear that pussy the wettest, yeah