French Toast

[Intro: Westside Gunn] Bonjour, ayo [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] You don't even speak English, I can tell that you mean it (That you mean it, that you mean it, that you mean it, that you mean it) You can put your legs up, you can choke me while I eat it (While I eat it, while I eat it, while I eat it, while I eat it) Hold hands by the Louvre, Eiffel Tower in the evening (In the evening, in the evening, in the evening, in the evening) We can laugh over french toast, but y'all don't call it french toast (French toast, french toast, french toast, toast) Don't worry 'bout me, bitch, I been dope (I been dope, I been dope, I been dope, dope) You see the roses in my intro (In my intro, in my intro, in my intro, my intro, my intro) Big V on you, that's for Valentino (That's for Valentino, Valentino, Valentino, Valentino, Valentino) Cocaine Spider, seats cappuccino (Skrrt, cappuccino, cappuccino, cappuccino, cappuccino, cappuccino) Heard you just killed 'em at the Raf show (At the Raf show, at the Raf show, at the Raf show, Raf show, Raf show) Used to sell crack out the backdoor (Out the backdoor, backdoor, backdoor, backdoor, backdoor) [Chorus: Westside Gunn, Joyce Wrice & Wale] But now I'm out here in Paris crushin' on you (Crushin' on you) Bitch, I'm out here in Paris Just crushin' on you (Crushin' on you) Bitch, I'm out here in Paris Just crushin' on you (Crushin' on you) Bitch, I'm out here in Paris (Ayy) Just crushin' on you (Too sweet, crushin' on you) Bitch (Folarin, yo, okay) [Verse 2: Wale] I'm sendin' shots, motherfucker, drink up Your bars tender like umbrella in cup Niggas never confront me, but on the humble, I can never hit ya 'Cause you a broad, you just domestic as fuck, what's up? Yeah Nobody'll miss ya, what's up with the big talk? Yeah (Brr) I'm never gon' switch up, they all Eric Bischoff, yeah (Grr) My team special like we eleven, let's kick this shit off I'm Steve Tasker in Buffalo, run and I'ma get ya I'm in Paris, ooh, yeah, I'm in Paris, yeah You never been before, boo, don't embarrass yourself I'm in love with my queens, I make a scene with your bitch My chain look like it's Rue de Paris, I swear it get lit I deserve all this money, I deserve every bitch And we both pray for Paris, but mine ain't Paris kicks Mine work for Rihanna, mine Fenty as shit Mine workin' for Virgil like Dibiase but flipped I just happen to rap, tap dancin' ain't one my licks I'm out in France with Gunn, the fragrance est brick I spray guns that blam, my rayguns from Dan My SBs is old, your SBs is trash And my Visa old, but my wings is fresh Brought out Machine and Butcher, boy, we gon' need the bread All my queens is gold, all my freaks still bad Somehow I leave 'em open, like a screen from Shaq (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh) [Chorus: Westside Gunn, Joyce Wrice & Wale] But now I'm out here in Paris, crushin' on you (Crushin' on you) Bitch, I'm out here in Paris (Boom, boom, boom, ba-boom) Just crushin' on you (Brr, crushin' on you) Bitch, I'm out here in Paris (Ayy, yeah) Just crushin' on you (Crushin' on you) Bitch, I'm out here in Paris Just crushin' on you (Crushin' on you) Bitch [Bridge: Joyce Wrice] You, you Ooh, I got a crush on you Crushin' on you (Crushin' on you, crushin' on you) You, uh, oh Uh, look at what you do Got me crushin' you You, ooh, I got a crush on you (You) [Outro] Alright, I'll admit, I'll admit, I'm no singer But what I am is a showstopper The headliner, the main event, the icon Flygod