[Intro: Fimiguerrero]
Ha, yo
Yo, let’s go
Uh

[Chorus: Fimiguerrero]
I’m in Paris, afternoon, uh, yeah (Man’s bored)
I think I saw myself when I went in the Louvre
I stepped on my Givenchy shoes (Ha)
A French ting wanna ask why my cup so rouge
I’m tellin’ her sacre bleu (Blatt)
YSL on a different mood
I spend bred til my bag’s confused
I’m outside, feelin’ like Tom Cruise
She wanna see how the Londoners do it
If you want some, I’ll make my voice brand new
I got high of Parisian fumes
I got the Jay-Jay Okocha moves
Ballin’ out in Paris, we in black, that’s true
I’m outside saying “Sacre bleu”
I’m outsidе saying “Sacre bleu”

[Verse: Fimiguerrero & Monkey (67)]
Wherе I’m from we say “Suck on your mum”
Not to me, if I’m hearin’ it I’m punching a cunt
My n***as don’t know what I’m on
I do it for fun, [?] for somebody’s son
I’m in this JPG from 2001, I pair it with the Comme des Garçons
I’m in these Japanese jeans when I’m goin’ to brunch
The baguette is making me hunch
Still cuttin’ shits in the wraith
Giv Giv Giv, I went there and bought me a chain
Far away from Brixton, spent 67 [?]
From young n***as, we rised up
How the fuck you think they got cake?
[Chorus: Fimiguerrero]
I’m in Paris, afternoon, uh, yeah
I think I saw myself when I went in the Louvre (Went in the Louvre)
I stepped on my Givenchy shoes (Gang, ha)
A French ting wanna ask why my cup so rouge
Just tellin’ her sacre bleu (Blatt)
YSL on a different mood (In a mood)
I spend bred til my bag’s confused (Ha)
I’m outside, feelin’ like Tom Cruise
She wanna see how the Londoners do it
If you want some, I’ll make my voice brand new
I got high of Parisian fumes
I got the Jay-Jay Okocha moves
Ballin’ out in Paris, we in black, that’s true
I’m outside saying “Sacre bleu”
I’m outside saying “Sacre bleu”