Stalley, Omarion, Rockie Fresh - Paris lyrics

Hey, hey yeah hey (Ayy)
Yeah, feel this

She be all on my mind and she gone with it
Yeah, make a nigga wanna fall in it
In the wintertime, she be cold with it
Warm it up better, I be all in it
I be all in it, you be calling it
And I be on the way, no stalling it
Yeah, make a nigga wanna fall in it
Yeah, your body keep calling it

I'm, speeding in my fast car
Reminiscing on the girl that I last saw
And how she cut wood like a hacksaw
Wax on, wax off, man that ass soft
Attached to my fitted
But I give that kitten hats off
I was jimmy strapped when I fell
Up in that cat paws all over my body, me
I don't feel my yawning
Balls had her head downtown
Up like a coin toss rolling up her body
Stretch it like pilate, 1-10 Maserati
Burning down the highway
Burning on some molly could this be love or
Infatuation of the body?
The facts is that I'm sloppy with
My feelings and it's got me
Chasing love at six in the morning
Horny as a dog in heat chasing after a pony
The streets is lonely
It’s just me and the stars
Me and my thoughts
Could it be me and the goddess?
Well if I play my cards right
Tarot cards on the dashboard if they
Read write and leave me right
Back to my queen tonight, aight?

She be all on my mind and she gone with it
Yeah, make a nigga wanna fall in it
In the wintertime, she be cold with it
Warm it up better, I be all in it
I be all in it, you be calling it
And I be on the way, no stalling it
Yeah, make a nigga wanna fall in it
Yeah, your body keep calling it

Twenty minutes from home
She's still on my mind
As the sun rise ahead, I hit I95
Eyes heavy from the marijuan'
As I stare upon the sunset tryna make it home
Heart racing trying to make it calm
Love drum beating on my insides
Writing it's own song
Fighting the urge to bust a U turn
If I ain’t fighting for her
Then what’s the use, Huh?
I usually leave after I smash 'em
No feelings attached, guess that's the past
Huh? Looking at the exes as I past them
I'm so lost but know where I'm going
Confused in my motives lonely or in love
Optimistic or I'm hopeless
Romantic, I'm frantic, I wrote this
I'm usually heartless, it's haunting
Her presence is my focus
I’m presently out of focus
Speeding in my fast car
Reminiscing 'bout the girl that I last saw

She be all on my mind and she gone with it
Yeah, make a nigga wanna fall in it
In the wintertime, she be cold with it
Warm it up better, I be all in it
I be all in it, you be calling it
And I be on the way, no stalling it
Yeah, make a nigga wanna fall in it
Yeah, your body keep calling it

Heard love will win the game
She always end up losing
To immature niggas who just don't
Know what they doing
They be having bitches but be
In the club choosing
They think everything's a game
And find everything amusing you young
I think you should lower your expectations
Get high with a nigga
And exercise some patience
I could work you out
Do it in the ways you ain't expect it
And every time you throw it back
You know I'm down to catch it
You love the way a nigga
Spend money like it's nothing
You gimme good top when I
Don't feel like fucking
And sometime you be tripping and
You push a nigga buttons
But I can't do them discussions
You know a nigga hustling
Told you that you beautiful and
Now that got you blushing
Gushin', we can sip slow, why we rushing?
Cîroc, Amoretta
Spilled Belaire on my leather
And every time you call me
Then I'm coming there whenever fuck with me

She be all on my mind and she gone with it
Yeah, make a nigga wanna fall in it
In the wintertime, she be cold with it
Warm it up better, I be all in it
I be all in it, you be calling it
And I be on the way, no stalling it
Yeah, make a nigga wanna fall in it
Yeah, your body keep calling it