Lyrics and translation yvngrobv feat. y2Paris - My Eyes

My Eyes

(Malibu)
(Robv u never miss)

(Ahh, Ahh)

She looks at my eyes and say don't leave me alone
She fucking cus' my digits going up like a drone
I don't fuck with bitches cus' they act like a clone
Im on Bottega mixing Filet Mignon
And I put on their mouth my dick like a gun
And I'll you with the gas till break your bones
And she say I'm bad with her, but baby i don't know
I don't know ya
Yeah, I don't know ya (Rraa)
Bring it to the past when I was everything for ya
I'm leaving all this pain cus' a bitch wasn't loyal
Who gone' take your soul when you die, paranoia

(Na, na, na)
And I fill with the aim again
Can't stand this bitches that don't do Xan
Put the momma in a brand new Benz
You know we smoking the whole new Thrax
You know your bitch wanna hear me in the tracks
Trapped in a box you can't do much
Even you give me all of your racks
This lames can't stand me cus' I never lack
She say lil Paris you can't do that
But i don't even know what's that
Don't realize that is your bag
They aiming on me but i get on my back
Talking to much, blah, blah, blah
Put a bad bitch with my cash
I'm getting nauseous, too much stress
Leaving tension with the gas (gas gas)

(Leaving tension with the gas)

My Eyes

(Malibu)
(Robv u never miss)

(Ahh, Ahh)

She looks at my eyes and say don't leave me alone
She fucking cus' my digits going up like a drone
I don't fuck with bitches cus' they act like a clone
Im on Bottega mixing Filet Mignon
And I put on their mouth my dick like a gun
And I'll like you with the gas till break your bones
And she say I'm bad with her, but baby i don't know
I don't know ya
Yeah, I don't know ya (Rraa)
Bring it to the past when I was everything for ya
I'm leaving all this pain cus' a bitch wasn't loyal
Who gone' take your soul when you die, paranoia

(Na, na, na)
And I fill with the aim again
Can't stand this bitches that don't do Xan
Put the momma in a brand new Benz
You know we smoking the whole new Thrax
You know your bitch wanna hear me in the tracks
Trapped in a box you can't do much
Even you give me all of your racks
This lames can't stand me cus' I never lack
She say lil Paris you can't do that
But i don't even know what's that
Don't realize that is your bag
They aiming on me but i get on my back
Talking to much, blah, blah, blah
Put a bad bitch with my cash
I'm getting nauseous, too much stress
Leaving tension with the gas (gas gas)

(Leaving tension with the gas)