Wale, Westside Gunn, Joyce Wrice - French Toast lyrics
Wale [Olubowale Victor Akintimehin] Washington, D.C., U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wale, Westside Gunn, Joyce Wrice - French Toast lyrics]
Bonjour, ayo
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)
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)
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)
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
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)
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
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)
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)
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)
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
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)
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