"Merci Beaucoup" lyrics
"Merci Beaucoup"
Woo
Wait
Catch a opp and I'm taking his jewelry
Catch a opp and I'm taking his jewelry, huh
Wait
Yeah
Hold on
Catch a opp and I'm taking his jewelry
Catch a opp and I'm taking his jewelry
Look, I said, "Don't get it twisted"
Just cause I smile a lot, that don't mean that I'm with the foolery (Ba!)
When I walk in my school, all the staff, "Woo" at me
I'm like, "you used to tutor me" (What?)
I stay in the cut like a band-aid (Cut)
And that's where my shooters be (Ba!)
Run down
Gun tucked (Grrrt!)
Tool on me
Tool on me (Aw!)
Rah Swish
Pop Smoke (Pop Smoke)
They do not know what you started
I pop a perc go retarded, then mack up the Rari
Then fuck with my big brother Bari
I'm rocking Louis V-Louis V (Louis V)
'Cause I ain't too pressed with Dior
No telling, but I'm the Messiah, now I'm the creator
I got the drip in my pools
I can not never
I could never kiss a whore
Fuck her life up then go up on tour, huh
She know we up on the board
I got the four-five tucked in my drawers
They like, "What's on your ring? ", 11 Carats
That come with a bad bitch and a mansion
And she from Paris
Merci Beaucoup (Merci Beaucoup)
I don't got nothing to prove (Na)
It's either you win or you lose
It's either you win or you lose
And I don't really care what your gang claim
All I know is my niggas is woo
Saucing, hold on, woos
Huh, I shoot a nigga out the coupe
Wait
Catch a opp and I'm taking his jewelry
Catch a opp and I'm taking his jewelry
Wait
Catch a opp and I'm taking his jewelry
Catch a opp while I'm taking his jewelry
Cash
Wait
Catch a opp and I'm taking his jewelry
Catch a opp and I'm taking his jewelry
Wait
Catch a opp and I'm taking his jewelry
Catch a opp and I'm taking his jewelry
Be in control of your own shit
For your own creations
Know what I'm sayin'? Like be a creator
Wait
Like, I feel like when you create your shit
When you know whatchu want, know what I mean? (Wait)
Don't let nobody get in between you and your creation
If you want somethin', it gotta be that
(Wait)
Make it 'cause you know it
Nobodies gonna tell you, know what I'm sayin'?
(Wait)
I wasn't thinking about the masses yet
I'm thinking 'bout my hood (Wait)
You know what I'm sayin'? I'm like, "Na, I got to drop another one for the hood"
As long as you ain't on no sucker shit (Wait)
You'll be alright
You good
Real niggas gonna vibe with real niggas
Know what I'm sayin'? You ain't woo, you ain't winning in this shit
Writer(s): Pharrell L. Williams, Chad Hugo, Bashar Barakah Jackson
- AZLyrics
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- Pop Smoke Lyrics
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