Ni**as In Paris By Jay Z And Kanye West

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Ni**as In Paris

Jay Z And Kanye West

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"We're going to skate to one song and one song only"
Ball so hard muh'fuckas wanna fine me

So I hard muh'fuckas wanna fine me
But first niggas gotta find me
What's fifty grand to a muh'fucka like me
Can you please remind me?
Ball so hard, this shit crazy
Y'all don't know that don't shit phase me
The Nets could go 0-82 and I look at you like this shit gravy
Ball so hard, this shit weird
We ain't even 'pose to be here,
Ball so hard, since we here
It's only right that we be fair
Psycho, I'm liable to be go Michael
Take your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6
Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tok
Audemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocks
Ball so hard, I'm shocked too, I'm supposed to be locked up too
You escaped what I've escaped
You'd be in Paris getting fucked up too
Ball so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice for like six days
Gold bottles, scold models, spillin' eights on my sick J's
(Ball so hard) Bitch behave, just might let you meet Ye,
Chi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BK

Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
That shit cra'
That shit cra'
That shit cra'
Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
That shit cra'
That shit cra'
That shit cra'

She said Ye can we get married at the mall?
I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ball
Come and meet me in the bathroom stall
And show me why you deserve to have it all
(Ball so hard) That shit cra', (That shit cra') ain't it Jay?
(Ball so hard) What she order (What she order) fish fillet
(Ball so hard) Your whip so cold (whip so cold) this old thing
(Ball so hard) Act like you'll ever be around motherfuckas like this again
Bougie girl, grab her hand
Fuck that bitch she don't wanna dance
Excuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')
Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask me
'Cause if I was him I would have married Kate and Ashley
What's Gucci my nigga?
What's Louie my killa?
What's drugs my deala?
What's that jacket, Margiela?
Doctors say I'm the illest
'Cause I'm suffering from realness
Got my niggas in Paris
And they going gorillas, huh!?

(I don't even know what that means)
(No one knows what it means, but its provocative)
(No it's not)
(It gets the people going!)

Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me

You are now watching the throne
Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone
These other niggaas is lyin'
Actin' like the summer ain't mine

I got that hot bitch in my home
You know how many hot bitches I own
Don't let me in my zone
Don't let me in my zone
Don't let me in my zone
Don't let me in my zone
The stars is in the building
They hands is to the ceiling
I know I'm bout to kill it
How you know, I got that feeling
You are now watching the throne
Don't let me into my zone
Don't let me into my zone
I'm definitely in my zone
(Zone, zone, zone, zone, zone, zone, zone, zone)

Written By WEST, KANYE / CARTER, SHAWN / DEAN, MIKE / DONALDSON, W.A. / HOLLIS, CHAUNCEY /

Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group


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