LEARN LYRICS

Wysko Beats
Skary takes care of the BPM
With her, it was magic, under weed nostalgic
She bed style, that's my Dua Lipa
Che-fraî in the basic fit, me it's more Asics shit
Her fair in Bottega, Dua Lipa
You are my Dua Lipa, I swear to you on my life
We'll take the heated pool villa to Hawaii
Long life on us, you don't need my race
Need the Ro-Ro cosmodave, we need to get away from our lives
RM Brabus, in Salvador, in Jacquemus
I'm still in barrel, still the bottle of Pétrus
By way of the vida, the marina
There are the ninja, roro in the Annapurna
real fur
Only big weekends in Murciélago
that you send tackles
But I no longer have the time to cala the area
Only sick actions
I have the head of the ne-zo in Murciélago
I lead a sick lifestyle
There's only the mif who never talks behind my back
With her it was magic, under weed nostalgic
She bed style, that's my Dua Lipa
Che-fraî in the basic fit, me it's more Asics shit
Her fair in Bottega, Dua Lipa
With her it was magic, under weed nostalgic
She bed style, that's my Dua Lipa
Che-fraî in the basic fit, me it's more Asics shit
Her fair in Bottega, Dua Lipa
Honey, I wanted you to be my Pablo
Not Escobar but rather Picasso
So that you put colors back in my life
I needed your brush stroke
But our nights are rocked by gunshots
And all my sweet words, you don't listen to them much
We're not going to win anything, we know all about this game
In the end, it will be just the two of us
Don't need Patek, Nautilus
I just want you to give me time
Louis Vuitton, Jacquemus
All that, for me, is just wind
Don't need Patek, Nautilus
All I need is time
Louis Vuitton, Jacquemus, it's all just wind
With her it was magic, under weed nostalgic
She bed style, that's my Dua Lipa
Che-fraî in the basic fit, me it's more Asics shit
Her fair in Bottega, Dua Lipa
With her it was magic, under weed nostalgic
She bed style, that's my Dua Lipa
Che-fraî in the basic fit, me it's more Asics shit
Her fair in Bottega, Dua Lipa
That's it, you're the prince of the city
Everyone knows your name
From Marseille to Paris, like a monument you left your name
Your heart is as big as an ocean liner
Generous since you're rato'
Your presence is the most beautiful gift
So give me this little gift
Give me this little gift