Niggas in Paris lyrics

We’re gonna skate to one song and one song onlyBall so hard, motherfuckers wanna fine me

So I ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat’s 50 grand to a motherfucker like me?Can you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY’all don’t know that don’t shit faze meThe Nets could go 0 for 82

And I look at you like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain’t even ‘posed to be here

Ball so hard, but since we hereIt’s only right that we’d be fairPsycho, I’m liable to go Michael, take your pickJackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clockRollies that don’t tick-tockAudemars that’s losing timeHidden behind all these big rocks

B-Ball so hard, I’m shocked tooI’m supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I’ve escapedYou’d be in Paris getting fucked up too

B-Ball so hard, let’s get fadedLe Meurice for like six daysGold bottles, scold modelsSpillin’ Ace on my sick J’sBall so hard, bitch, behave

Just might let you meet YeChi-towns, D. RoseI’m moving the Nets, BK

Ball so hard motherfuckers wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayB-Ball so hard motherfuckers wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray

She said, “Ye, can we get married at the mall?”I said, “Look, you need to crawl ‘fore you ball”Come and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it all

, ain’t it Jay?

(B-Ball so hard) what she order? (What she order?) Fish fillet?(B-Ball so hard) your whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thing?(Ball so hard) act like you’ll never be around motherfuckers like this again

Bougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch, she ‘on’t wanna dance‘Scuse my French, but I’m in France, hehe, I’m just sayin’Prince William’s ain’t do it right if you ask me‘Cause I was him, I would’ve (married Kate and Ashley)

What’s Gucci, my nigga? What’s Louis, my killer?What’s drugs, my dealer? What’s that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I’m the illest‘Cause I’m suffering from realnessGot my niggas in Paris and they going gorillas, huh?

I don’t even know what that meansNo one knows what it means, but it’s provocativeNo, it’s not, it’s gross. Gets the people going

Ball so hard motherfuckers wanna fine me

B-Ball so hard motherfuckers wanna fine me

You are now watching the throneDon’t let me get in my zoneDon’t let me get in my zoneDon’t let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin’Actin’ like the summer ain’t mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?

Don’t let me get in my zoneDon’t let me get in my zoneDon’t let me get in my zoneDon’t let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I’m ’bout to kill itHow you know? I got that feelingYou are now watching the throne

Don’t let me into my zoneDon’t let me into my zoneI’m definitely in my zone


About Niggas in Paris lyrics
Released: 2011
Album: Watch the Throne
Genre: Industrial hip hop
Songwriters: West Kanye Omari / Carter Shawn C / Hollis Chauncey A / Dean Michael G / Donaldson W A