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Paroles de la chanson NYC to Paris par

Non, ne me tape pas, ne me tape pas
Je vais faire le son, vas-y
Ok, hm
Heuh, okay
Tu vois ce que je veux dire ou pas ?
Ça dit quoi mon gars ?
Ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais
Ouais, ça dit quoi ? (grrr, pah)

Money can't buy respect, don't be fool, be humble
Fuck money, I just bought four Nike Tech and be able
Don't talk with this rat, he get the quick calling
California baby and the hood love it
I never forget your words, they are written in my mind
In front of my gun, I read the fear in your eyes
Don't talk with this rat, he get the quick calling
California baby and all the hood love it

New York to Paris, welcome to the slayer
Bitches on my mind, man, you're blind, cut the play off (Brraa)
Who's bad, she guess who's back, you mad?
Bro, you look sad, your dad, he's a douchebag (Fuck)
Fucked up and be polite too (Bitch)
Please, ma'am, please, ma'am, can I fuck with you?
They too old, I'm the better new (bitch)
Please, ma'am, please, ma'am, can I fuck them too? (Pah)
She looks hot, I already check (Hey)
Your body finished in Republic Tchèque (Yeah)
You talk a lot, but the big head rec
Get the fuck my back, you got the big head neck

Money can't buy respect, don't be fool, be humble
Fuck money, I just bought four Nike Tech and be able
Don't talk with this rat, he get the quick calling
California baby and all the hood love it
I never forget your words, they are written in my mind
In front of my gun, I read the fear in your eyes
Don't talk with this rat, he get the quick calling
California baby and the hood love it

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