Текст песни Paaji - August.III

Me and my paajis enter the party
Gyal stop looking all naughty
I see this bad ting looking like Ashanti
Say she like a brudda see me dripping in Givenchy
Go low baby go down low
I can see you creeping from across the dance floor
I take her home make her hit them high notes
Then I make her whine low whine whine whine low

You should see the way I stepped out the crib in Italian drip
Chest raised up like a stallion's is
I don't want drama
I just make its
I'm that skinny n-
Rocking that medallion sh-
Up north you can catch me getting lit
Never rock a Bally I get gyally when they see this light skin

I got the torch for my city this is it
Rolling with my squady to the top and ain't nobody getting in
I got this bad girl and she looking hella thick
Acting hella naughty when she steps up to the d-
Miss, have you ever seen a brother like this?
Nigerian but I'm still mixed with a Brit

Cause I pull up to the whip I pull up to the party
I tell the waitress bring that Remy Martin
Cause I been going at it to the early morning
Then I step up to a chick she looking hella naughty
And yeah she wanna ride pon da aubergine say
She like my style Versace all on me

Got a wrist full of ice how she noticed me
See her arch up in the club when I pour the drink
No lie she just wanna sekkle with the guy
Bad ting
Know that she been drilling off my line
Off white, I can see the look up in her eye got
Patron with the ice when we turning up

Me and my paajis enter the party
Gyal stop looking all naughty
I see this bad ting looking like Ashanti
Say she like a brudda see me dripping in Givenchy
Go low baby go down low
I can see you creeping from across the dance floor
I take her home make her hit them high notes
Then I make her whine low whine whine whine low

It's like a step up in the rave and bus a one two step
Smile on my face pretty gyal to the left
She said you wanna dance so I had to go flex
Money in my right hand, left hand on her dress
You know I had to impress
See the diamonds vvs
I'll be with your bae I'ma put her to the test
Cause she ride with a brother she don't wanna no drama
No she all up on the brother she call me the farda

Pretty face yeah they all know who I am
Champagne, plantain I'm the affy man
Balmain top getting money is the plan
Cause I hustle with the gang and I hustle for the
Bands I
Won't stop I'ma boss up in the lands
Won't stop I'm a boss up on the gram
Won't stop I'm no regular man
I got your be in the back with the clan she love the Paco Rabanne

Me and my paajis enter the party
Gyal stop looking all naughty
I see this bad ting looking like Ashanti
Say she like a brudda see me dripping in Givenchy
Go low baby go down low I can see you
Creeping from across the dance floor
I take her home make her hit them high notes
Then I make her whine low whine whine whine low