Clavish - Last Night In Paris [Lyrics]

•Follow Mr. Savage here: Subscribe On YouTube:    / @slexgoinnit      / @savagexbeast   Lyrics [Intro] Uh [Verse] My label want them club hits, this that CLA flow On her 4s or her pretty face is where my DNA goes Put a witness in danger and that's another case closed T got 44 and G19s for sale, I take both I ain't ever been taped before But go and ask the guys if I ever tape roads I bet you they don't say, "No" Used to hustle in the same clothes, now I hit up stage shows Said she preferred me way before the fame, without the cane rolls But fuck all that If I can't see them when I spin their block, on God, I'll double back If my youngin got his name on him, then that's a double mash Ivy Asia don't make sense, if my shooter ain't comin' with a nine, then, baby girl, to me, that's soundin' like a lack And if it's war, say nothin', I got several burner links on tap I don't wish death, but my advance is contributing to a pack If we're talkin' drill, Stamford Hill, then I deserve a plaque You got scored on and ain't scored back, stop tip-toein' in your raps Reminiscin' 'bout them days, putting cling on crack Stickin' to the code, I can't fold and then become a rat I feel sorry for the paigons in probation, don't put dims on tag Ain't gotta send out hits, he'll put his mindy in your single plaque She style on ITV, bet I still fuck her and no strings attached Can't fumble, VV stones don't make it hard for me to kindle back Chest and back, before my blue tick, I really been on that Gallery Dept. flares on my tops, Gallery to match Ask what CLA's like on a glide, they'll say I'm slightly savage Every week, I'm slidin' Harrod's Every other, slidin' Hatton Not sayin' I'm that guy, but I clearly got the pattern Like, just me and two bad bitches in my hotel room last night in Paris My opps spend too much time on chattin' Probably ain't seen a five from trappin' I've scored the most the goals 'round here, so they should call me Erling Haaland Fake love, I refuse to fathom Big drip, I got all the fashion She can get some Bottega if she's willin' to lock down these hammers I miss doin' them six-for-forties Not sayin' I call shots, but when it's that time, all them hitters call me 'Cah I got them spinners, forties Diamonds turn these women naughty And niggas close to home salty That's why I'm coppin' straps and jewels so if you jealous, we can sort it I'm tight with couple kidnappers, drug dealers, and murderers My ting from Germany got an ego 'cause she the curviest Get a drop where an opp lives and we pullin' up the certiest Tell your mum it's just the people you got beef with, not the burglars ‪@Clavish‬ ‪@SlexgoInnit‬ #clavish #lastnightinparis #lyrics #viral #MrSavage #chapter16 Clavish Last Night In Paris Clavish Last Night In Paris Last Night In Paris Clavish Clavish Last Night In Paris Lyrics Last Night In Paris Clavish Lyrics Clavish Lyrics Last Night In Paris Lyrics Chapter 16 Chapter 16 Lyrics