Trap Paris

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Ayy
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Woke up in woke up in
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Soundin' real godly
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Quavo
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Sonny rollin' grams of wax

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
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Woke up in Paris
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Broke all the mirrors (what that 
mean?)
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Must mean, last night was too turnt
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They caught me fucking on camera
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I ain't embarrassed
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Pull up, back home, flag on, tats 
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out, what the fuck is that 'bout?
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I'm home-bred, hometown, been 
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around the world, I'm back now
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I'm Mr. Miyagi with wax in the sake
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And I'm running the streets of 
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the city like Rocky
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Who da champ? Who da champ?
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Diamond fangs like a vamp
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Where's the package with the stamp?
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Bust it open by the lamp. Roll it 
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up 'till I cramp
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Uh, four rings on my hands, uh
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Smoke rings from the grams , uh
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Got a lady and a tramp
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Bitch I made it from the trap. 
Gunner

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
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I woke up in Paris
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In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad 
bitch, bad bitch)
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First I roll up the lettuce
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Then I went back for seconds
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Swear that pussy the wettest
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I woke up in Paris
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In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad 
bitch, bad bitch)
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First I roll up the lettuce
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Then I went back for seconds
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Swear that pussy the wettest

[Verse 2: Quavo]
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Made it from the bottom
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What you thinking of me? (what you 
thinking)
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I made it from the bottom
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What you thinking of me? (what you 
thinking)
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When I was on the bottom
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You didn't hang out with me (no way)
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Now I got some dollars
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They keep hanging with me (yeah)
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Take a lot of Molly, that's your 
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fantasy (that's your fantasy)
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Pull up with the gang and stop 
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playing with me (stop playing)
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You took too much of Coco
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It made your nose bleed (trippin)
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Too turnt for the bando (too)
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Shoot two times through the window 
(shoot)
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Pop one off with a kick though (pop 
one)
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Pop one off this endo (shoot)
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Old money like a Nintendo
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Bring it back home, this the reload 
(bring back)
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Crips mights call it a kilo (crip)
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Bloods might call it a bilo (blood)
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Put my wrist in a freezer (wrist)
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Heat it up, turn it up to beast mode
 (yeah)
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Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
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Whole thang in my lap
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Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
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Got your girl in my lap (yeah)
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Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
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Got the police running laps (yeah)
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Bitch I made it from the trap
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Bitch I made it out the trap

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Em           C        Am
I woke up in Paris
Em                   C        Am
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad 
bitch, bad bitch)
         Em           C
First I roll up the lettuce
          Am
Then I went back for seconds
            Em           C        Am
Swear that pussy the wettest
Em           C        Am
I woke up in Paris
Em                   C        Am
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad 
bitch, bad bitch)
         Em           C
First I roll up the lettuce
          Am
Then I went back for seconds
            Em           C        Am
Swear that pussy the wettest