
Arc De Triomphe Songtext
Original Pirate Material
You're listening to The Streets, lock down your aerial
Blinding with the lights
(Lights)
Look, question, the fuck you be on?
Burning these bridges, y'all niggas is nothing like my boy Leon
I need a bitch that's bad with a arch in her back like the Arc de Triomphe
(Original Pirate Material, you're listening to The Streets, lock down your aerial)
You're listening to The Streets, lock down your aerial
Blinding with the lights
(Lights)
Look, question, the fuck you be on?
Burning these bridges, y'all niggas is nothing like my boy Leon
I need a bitch that's bad with a arch in her back like the Arc de Triomphe
(Original Pirate Material, you're listening to The Streets, lock down your aerial)
Jesus Christ had dreads, so yes, I'ma shake 'em
Walk up to party, baby, "As-salamu alaykum"
I hate they flows, who's doin' their creatives?
I'm an emcee first, then a Portland native (Yeah)
Ay caramba, I take his bitch then I beat the bumper
Started with the IG, then the number
Now she at my house cuttin' up cucumbers (True)
Yeah, and her moisturizer turned my face to a merchandiser
They lips is looser, the money tied up
They face is screwed up when they see that I'm up (True)
Please don't test me, it's A-M-I-N, accent, É
I'm steppin' on these niggas with my own NB's
And my own cup full, why's yours empty? (Drink one)
Question, the fuck you be on?
Burning these bridges, y'all niggas is nothing like my boy Leon
I need a bitch that's bad with a arch in her back like the Arc de Triomphe (Yeah)
(Original Pirate Material, you're listening to The Streets, lock down your aerial)
Close your eyes and imagine me gettin' no paper, not happenin' Put your back in, get the chiropract' in
Tit-for-tat, I tip about a thousand
Look down, nigga, watch your lips
Get off your soapbox, get to boxin', bitch
And my money gettin' taller than a ostrich is
I'm finna do the macarena in my moccasins, yeah
I am not a nepo-baby, no trust funds, so it's fuck you, pay me
These niggas glazin', they ways is shady
So I must put 'em in a grave like Kacey (True)
I'm hot, baby, where's the A.C.?
Who are these niggas? Someone take the gate key
CEO, I'm the one that pay me
Shit, I'm good, but I'm wonderin' lately
Question, the fuck you be on?
Burning these bridges, y'all niggas is nothing like my boy Leon
I need a bitch that's bad with a arch in her back like the Arc de Triomphe (Yeah)
(Original Pirate Material, you're listening to The Streets, lock down your aerial)
Walk up to party, baby, "As-salamu alaykum"
I hate they flows, who's doin' their creatives?
I'm an emcee first, then a Portland native (Yeah)
Ay caramba, I take his bitch then I beat the bumper
Started with the IG, then the number
Now she at my house cuttin' up cucumbers (True)
Yeah, and her moisturizer turned my face to a merchandiser
They lips is looser, the money tied up
They face is screwed up when they see that I'm up (True)
Please don't test me, it's A-M-I-N, accent, É
I'm steppin' on these niggas with my own NB's
And my own cup full, why's yours empty? (Drink one)
Question, the fuck you be on?
Burning these bridges, y'all niggas is nothing like my boy Leon
I need a bitch that's bad with a arch in her back like the Arc de Triomphe (Yeah)
(Original Pirate Material, you're listening to The Streets, lock down your aerial)
Close your eyes and imagine me gettin' no paper, not happenin' Put your back in, get the chiropract' in
Tit-for-tat, I tip about a thousand
Look down, nigga, watch your lips
Get off your soapbox, get to boxin', bitch
And my money gettin' taller than a ostrich is
I'm finna do the macarena in my moccasins, yeah
I am not a nepo-baby, no trust funds, so it's fuck you, pay me
These niggas glazin', they ways is shady
So I must put 'em in a grave like Kacey (True)
I'm hot, baby, where's the A.C.?
Who are these niggas? Someone take the gate key
CEO, I'm the one that pay me
Shit, I'm good, but I'm wonderin' lately
Question, the fuck you be on?
Burning these bridges, y'all niggas is nothing like my boy Leon
I need a bitch that's bad with a arch in her back like the Arc de Triomphe (Yeah)
(Original Pirate Material, you're listening to The Streets, lock down your aerial)