Tom MacDonald - Rainclouds in Paris lyrics

I ain't tryna make no new friends
I ain't tryna make no new friends
I ain't tryna make no new friends
And she loves me
I ain't tryna make no new friends
I ain't tryna make no new friends
I ain't tryna make no new friends
But she loves me and she do

And I'm fucked up and her ass up
And she look back and then pass the blunt
And she twerk out till we burn out
And we wake up like "where's the blunt?"
She so down and her friends down
And I'm down for like whatever
She so sexy, she so wet
Like rain clouds in Paris, paris

Gimme a drag of that smoke hoe
Gimme a drag of that smoke
Gimme a drag of that smoke hoe
Gimme a drag of that smoke
Gimme a drag of that
Fuck a movie night where your panties at
Put 'em on and go ridin' 'round and I'll
Take 'em off when we back again
Like work, work, work, work
I know what it is when she pullin'
On my hair and my shirt (that's cool)
Chillin' with a couple different
Women on my phone
And they'd die for like they all
Goin' blonde but they brunettes
And they do things like undress
But they don't change
They naked, naked and they not tryna make it
They just wanna fuck me even
After I get famous
And I'm rollin' 'round with their cartels
Weed strong like barbels
We stoned like gargoyles
Fuck that new car smell
Eyes red like they were open underwater
Couple shooters on her phone
Than a fucking bartender
Never tried to tell her I
Needed her to kill them
But there's bodies in the closet and
Some guys I wasn't feeling
Three shots to the head dawg
These bitches show no mercy
One, two, three, oh
I call that bullshit twelve-thirty

Strips down to some lingerie
She can't lie with them hips
Strips down to her lingerie with
A cigarette on her lips and I'm like
Gimme a drag of that smoke hoe
Gimme a drag of that smoke
Gimme a drag of that smoke hoe
Gimme a drag of that smoke
Buncha hoes hangin' out with us and like
One girl that I really love
But that tension is my inspiration
God bless my ladies

Work, work, work, work
I know what it is when she pullin' on
My hair and my shirt, shirt, shirt, shirt
She know what it is when I'm fuckin'
Her instead of doing work, work, work, work
We know what it is with
The hoes gotta share it
French kiss that pussy, rain clouds in Paris

Fuckin' in the back of the Range Rove'
Got the blunt lit and champagne poured
She vibrate on my D while she shows
Me how loud the bass go
She super fine and I'm super nice
And we probably had too many wild nights
Fuck all that shit
We livin' in this bitch like we died twice
I ain't tryna make no new friends
I ain't tryna make no new friends
Buncha bad bitches in the same room
Tryna lie with me and be true friends
I ain't tryna find no new love
I ain't tryna find no new love
I ain't tryna find out why you need
That fuck around with your dude love

And I'm fucked up, fucked up
Fuck, fuck, fuck
She twerk out, twerk out, twerk out
She so down, so down
So down for like whatever
She so wet, so wet, like
Rain clouds in Paris, Paris, paris

And I'm fucked up and her ass up
And she look back and then pass the blunt
And she twerk out till we burn out
And we wake up like "where's the blunt?"
She so down and her friends down
And I'm down for like whatever
She so sexy, she so wet
Like rain clouds in Paris, paris

Fucked up and her ass up
And she look back and then pass the blunt
And she twerk out till we burn out
And we wake up like "where's the blunt?"
She so down and her friends down
And I'm down for like whatever
She so sexy, she so wet
Like rain clouds in Paris, paris
Like rain clouds in Paris, Paris
Like rain clouds in Paris, Paris