Jyme - Paris (feat. Concept & Kraken) Lyrics

C-O-N-C-E-P-T
Somebody ghost like a cat, skip a look, buddy
Got a plan for pursuit, call him Kid Cudi
Ain't no need for the fuss and the fuddy-duddy

Put his skin in the grass like they playin' rugby
Think he gon' touch me, hoe wanna love me
Both mad they keep missin' me, laugh at my pain
Ooh, I'm so funny, guessin' games like a jellybean

Goofy gag nigga, put a whole lot in
So ain't nothin' to talk about
Rather not come to it, bruh
But if need be, we can air it out

Word to mouth, it's C-O-N-C-E-P-Tizzle
Niggas was talkin', now they look like a fizzle
Too many bros like he Mack in the middle
Now take off your coat, throw your hoe like a fiddle

Lyric shit, I ain't hoppin' jazz, f*ck a fish hook
Keep a merry neck, keep a second string
With a trigger finger from the Midwest
Yellin' we the best

Only niggas holdin' nails in the winning circle
Murk to a pimp like he Urkel
Burnin' my cup, f*ck the white and the purple
Have a moanin' like Myrtle

Put it on FN, see me checkin' the money
Advance on the whip in a second
I ain't pressin' for weapons
Just a banger to hang off your best friend

It's the double entendre, the five or the four
B's on the neck, cuz she back from the north
Ice on my neck like it's 30 below
Then we back to the mo' when she ready to go, like

I might go to Paris, stay in the Hilton
Playin' your role, I gotta film it
My shawty black, ass Brazilian
I never lack, only with feelings

I got a stack, straight to the ceilin
I got a stack, straight to the ceilin
I got a stack, straight to the ceilin
I might go to Paris, stay in the Hilton

Playin' your role, I gotta film it
My shawty black, ass Brazilian
I never lack, only with feelings
I got a stack, straight to the ceilin

I got a stack, straight to the ceilin
I got a stack, straight to the ceilin
I might go to Paris, stay in the Hilton

Yeah, look

Come come I can put you on
High chance that the crew is stoned
And the roof is gone
In the club blowing through patron
Before you niggas ever knew my song
Never seen nobody move this strong
I get better with the pressure
Comparing me to who? Bars better with ever measure
Don't let me loose
Stay clear of the lever
Heads will get severed
Tired up a tethered

You speaking with the one the beast
Usain couldn't run with me
I don't do shit humbly
Had too many niggas come for me
Get my get back with each release

Feast or feast as long as the fam with me
F & F the only way I keep the peace
Waste of breath to think you'd compete with me
If it ain't Carolina stay silent cuz

I'm from a state
Where you can't cool yo way
It ain't bout how you look
Its about what you say
Do you spray or delay
When a foe in ya face
How cold was the case ?
Wait
Pausing yall quotes
Like cam or the case
Yall got bad taste
Don't care what ya say
Yall Copy Yall paste
We ain't in the same race
Yall can't keep pace
And I ain't got brakes

I might go to Paris, stay in the Hilton
Playing your role, I gotta film it
My shawty black, ass Brazilian
I never lack, only with feelings

I got a stack, straight to the ceilin
I got a stack, straight to the ceilin
I might go to Paris, stay in the Hilton
Playing your role, I gotta film it

My shawty black, ass Brazilian
I never lack, only with feelings
I got a stack, straight to the ceilin
I got a stack, straight to the ceilin
I got a stack, straight to the ceilin

Rich, Portuguese, simple white
Carolina, blue, Nike, think I might
Huck a kitty down with the bros

Big gold, rockin' rings like Mahomes
Art show, let me sell him the vision
Ten toes, always shoot with precision
Black, San Van, go so you missin

Spree will, with the clip on the clip
Dubs only, find your homie
Never lonely, cause I got it on me
Red dot like a pepperoni

Keep it hot and ready, case you wanna show me
Rego my look like a day trade
Keys over trees for a vacay
Tell a John B. f*ck what they say

But it's f*ck it as long as the rent pays