Palé Lyrics

Mwen pale mwen pale

I'm talking to you

You getting too rowdy

Pas nerve'm or get the boot aye

Give a fuck about what you say

Pas de soucis cut ya loose aye

Plus ya day one want me too aye

Fuck you think I'm gonna do babe

Ain't with it then quitter

Ain't with it je te virai

I gave you good d on ya b-day

Don't ask for more you getting greedy

I told her blatant that I treat relations

Like a nouveaux bâton at a relay

I'm marathoning through the french departments

Tryna' run these thotties till my feet ache

I'm storming beaches like it's d-day

Then pulling out and going home

You ain't with the shits oh my, my, my

I think it's time for you to go

Tabac et du shit I'm high, high, high

My nikes never hit the floor

Say you gonna miss yeah right, right, right

Just share your feelings with my ghost babe

Mwen pale mwen pale

I'm talking to you

You getting too rowdy

Pas nerve'm or get the boot aye

Give a fuck about what you say

Pas de soucis cut ya loose aye

Plus ya day one want me too aye

Fuck you think I'm gonna do babe

I ain't really with the role play

On my axis how she rotate

Keep her inline like a roll blade

Always on board that's how hoes skate

Never gamble I got no stakes

Taking chances on the hoes can't

Superstition female intuition

Got a healthy fixing of the fate I'm ditching

Cause you call me villain till you made the victor

Pressure me to play along

Self reflecting with a severed swisher

Smoke and mirrors lead me wrong

Wrote the vision just to make it clearer

Edgar Allen with the poems

A thousand words from me a motion picture

My soundtrack is ya thotty moan

The first act I blow on my own

The second I shake off the clones

By third act my problem is solved

By keeping resolve on the throne

I'm throwed off a fifth of patron

Im pleading the fifth for my bros

Cause I do my wrongs on the low

And low was the price of the blow

On third street

Low key

Odee

Be guap from coke

If you owe me

Oh gee

Pokey

Might touch ya throat

If that money sweet I'm selling sour

Stash dry I make it shower

That girl sang my whole name

Cause I dope slang in them witching hours, god damn

Mwen pale mwen pale

I'm talking to you

You getting too rowdy

Pas nerve'm or get the boot aye

Give a fuck about what you say

Pas de soucis cut ya loose aye

Plus ya day one want me too aye

Fuck you think I'm gonna do babe

The minute we lock eyes

The minute you cage me

Im feeling like Jay-Z

I need a Queen Bey just to pardon her baby

Oh honey you crazy

You can't kill the ego that's come to me lately

Girl I'm moving shady

If you got the shine then I gotta remind you best not, pale

Talking to you

Pale

Im talking to

I'm talking to you, aye

Talking to you

Talking to you, aye

Talking to you

Talking to you, aye

Talking to you

Talking to you, aye

Talking to you, aye