Bonjour by Karde Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Straight off the plane, French bitch spittin' game
This is for my niggas that be pushin' that cane
They say no pain no gain, but, a nigga stay equipped with nova cane
I'm swimming in her Frank Ocean
That was kinda odd let me bring back the motion
Spent 200k on the Porsche
If rap is dead then I'm digging up the corpse
You remind me of my Beamer
How many bitches can fit in a two seater, huh
I'm thinking that I need more space
Think.. I wanna buy a brand new place
I got a girl that love me
But she act like she hate me when she fuck me
We fuck to The Weeknd every weekend
Guess I put it down cause her panties stay leakin'
[Hook]
Hop off the plane like Bonjour
Whole week in France when we on tour
These bitches screamin' like they want more
She know what's up so what I need to talk for? x2
[Verse 2]
See my dad is not around so the bitches call me papi
Red octagon in my face couldn't stop me
This shit don't fuckin' make sense it's like a quiet riot
If I put this shit on iTunes would you fuckin' buy it
Everything I start to rock, niggas go and fuckin' bite it
Not a new toy in the store so don't fuckin' try it
I'm not playing around, this ain't recess
If niggas try to shoot me, bitch I got three vests
Niggas say this shit is basphemy
But I got a whole bunch of niggas that'll blast for me
I'll make a diss song to you and put your girl on the hook
I dropped the tape and told Dre to put this one in the books
I pop up.. cause I'm popular
They always wanna ask what you rockin' sir
Looking in the mirror just to see what rich is
Came in with four niggas, left out with eight bitches
Tell me what's good, tell me what's bad
Tell me what I got to do to take it all back
Lord help us all, I was trynna walk before I crawled
Now my girl calling, can't answer her calls
Cause I'm too fucked up, staring at the wall
I ignore her four times straight wasn't trynna fuss
Months later was polite, but really was trynna fuck, What
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I had a talk with Drizzy and he said that I'm up next
Only interested in bitches that's into rough sex
I think it's time to swallow my pride, while your bitch swallow my kids
I got her ass on the list
Check.. I ain't blow up yet
Got a main bitch but keep a couple hoes on deck
She see ya boy pockets thick, so she let me in
I walk up in the party, she like yeah that's him
Get in my car.. feel the seats, finna stroke
Niggas actin' funny but I really don't see the joke
You see, its bitch niggas.. and its rich niggas
But I'd rather be a nigga makin' eight figures
I'm the reason why you never got ya bitch with ya
I'm trynna chill she tryna fuck, don't be takin' pictures
If you want a problem got a hundred niggas with us
And nine times out of ten, man they all killas
Money long, dread locks, only taking head shots
Game in a head lock ... Stop
Straight off the plane, French bitch spittin' game
This is for my niggas that be pushin' that cane
They say no pain no gain, but, a nigga stay equipped with nova cane
I'm swimming in her Frank Ocean
That was kinda odd let me bring back the motion
Spent 200k on the Porsche
If rap is dead then I'm digging up the corpse
You remind me of my Beamer
How many bitches can fit in a two seater, huh
I'm thinking that I need more space
Think.. I wanna buy a brand new place
I got a girl that love me
But she act like she hate me when she fuck me
We fuck to The Weeknd every weekend
Guess I put it down cause her panties stay leakin'
[Hook]
Hop off the plane like Bonjour
Whole week in France when we on tour
These bitches screamin' like they want more
She know what's up so what I need to talk for? x2
[Verse 2]
See my dad is not around so the bitches call me papi
Red octagon in my face couldn't stop me
This shit don't fuckin' make sense it's like a quiet riot
If I put this shit on iTunes would you fuckin' buy it
Everything I start to rock, niggas go and fuckin' bite it
Not a new toy in the store so don't fuckin' try it
I'm not playing around, this ain't recess
If niggas try to shoot me, bitch I got three vests
Niggas say this shit is basphemy
But I got a whole bunch of niggas that'll blast for me
I'll make a diss song to you and put your girl on the hook
I dropped the tape and told Dre to put this one in the books
I pop up.. cause I'm popular
They always wanna ask what you rockin' sir
Looking in the mirror just to see what rich is
Came in with four niggas, left out with eight bitches
Tell me what's good, tell me what's bad
Tell me what I got to do to take it all back
Lord help us all, I was trynna walk before I crawled
Now my girl calling, can't answer her calls
Cause I'm too fucked up, staring at the wall
I ignore her four times straight wasn't trynna fuss
Months later was polite, but really was trynna fuck, What
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I had a talk with Drizzy and he said that I'm up next
Only interested in bitches that's into rough sex
I think it's time to swallow my pride, while your bitch swallow my kids
I got her ass on the list
Check.. I ain't blow up yet
Got a main bitch but keep a couple hoes on deck
She see ya boy pockets thick, so she let me in
I walk up in the party, she like yeah that's him
Get in my car.. feel the seats, finna stroke
Niggas actin' funny but I really don't see the joke
You see, its bitch niggas.. and its rich niggas
But I'd rather be a nigga makin' eight figures
I'm the reason why you never got ya bitch with ya
I'm trynna chill she tryna fuck, don't be takin' pictures
If you want a problem got a hundred niggas with us
And nine times out of ten, man they all killas
Money long, dread locks, only taking head shots
Game in a head lock ... Stop