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Kanye West - Stoners In Paris Lyrics

[Intro - Young Korgy]
Korgy up in this bitch!
It’s a freestyle, by the way!

[Verse - Young Korgy]
Inhale, exhale, way too high to care if I fail
Just chillax, bro, we ‘bout to burn the kief
Or we can roll a spliff or we can hit the vape
Smokin’ ‘til we flyer than a Mario cape
I’m a gamer, bitch, so I’m ready for hate
But I’m a stoner, bruh, so I’d rather bake
So many bowls, it’s a chiefin’ spree
Wake and bake, weed and feed
We kickin’ it, dawg, like a soccer team
Video games and good music
We rock that mic how we should do it
We all up in Paris, blowin’ smoke rings
Rowdy white boys like the Kottonmouth Kings
And we don’t give two fucks or a shit
Is that dank bud? Of course it is!
What you think, this an orphanage?
Aba-dee, aba-dee, fuck a Porky Pig
We get fly like an eagle
Fuck a tweaker lookin’ like Smeagol
We only be burnin’ that weed, bro
Well maybe brew and maybe some booze
Maybe some lean and maybe some shrooms
Stoners up in paradise
Hotboxin’ the Louvre on a Paris night
If you ain’t in the clique you a parasite
Get your motherfuckin’ mouth up off my piece
'Fore I smack you, bitch, don’t touch my trees
You got no subtlety, like a porn star gaggin’ all on the D
You coughin’ so hard from all these snaps
This dude’s too stoned, better call a cab
Nah, I’m just kiddin’, knucks and daps
4-2-0, fuck your swag, tuck your chain
You don’t really want it with my fuckin’ gang
Yeah, that’s right, n*gga, we fuckin’ bang
Haha, nah, I’m white as it gets
And I burn in the sun, I’m Irish, kid
1337M0B!
13-37!
Rap or die!
Future Stranger, bitch!

[Verse - Tian]
My eyes are glazed
No lie, I’m blazed, been high for days
Hop in the ride, hey K, let’s bounce
I’m goin’ up the mountains of Paramount
In the club, but I’m here strikin’ out
Too young so the bouncer’s pissed off
Then I realized got him ripped off, shit, dawg!
Gotta go before he starts a brawl and rips our dicks off
Back in the whip, lightin’ a blunt, cruisin’ the strip, lightin’ it up
Your bitch callin’ me like “hey, what’s up?”
Hittin’ me up for new dick to suck
Swag, blaze it, 420, f*ggot
Bet you never smoked Swisher honey, f*ggot
Bet you never made any money, f*ggot
Bet you don’t think that I’m funny, f*ggot
We some stoners in Paris, stoners and careless
Sober’s for f*ggots, the next mornin’ we’re laggin’
Buyin’ bricks by the pound, smokin’ it by the ounce
Two hits then around, we’re never reachin’ the ground
[Interlude]
I don't even know what that means
No one knows what it means, but it's provocative
No, it's not, it's gross
Gets the people going

[Outro - Tian]
Smoke some dank, motherfuckers, we’re high
That shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray

Smoke some dank, motherfuckers, we’re high
That shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray