She Wanna

Yeah she wanna go to france
She wanna pop some bands
She gon' tell her friends yeah
Yeah she wanna go to france
She wanna pop some bands
She gon' tell her friends yeah

Yeah yeah nothing new
I took flight since preschool
If you not gang why you think we cool
Shut up, I wasn't talking to you
Flex up, flex up, yes i will
Send the pack right through the mail
Choppa send em' right to hell
Just threw all my bands in a wishing well
Time to tell your bitch farewell
Where she gonna go man time will tell
Got a bad bitch she don't speak english well
Off a X and it feels like a fairytale
She know that we poppin', know that we got it
You know what i smoke, it's so exotic
I cannot fuck with a bitch if she toxic
Let her drive once and she crashed the Mazi'
Flash, flash, paparazzi
All your friends they like to party
You that i like it when you get naughty
Don't do it too much i might get annoyed
Hop in a jet man what is next
I got me a shooter he like to flex
I gotta see if she gon' pass the test
Waiter uh, just bring me the check

Yeah she wanna go to france
She wanna pop some bands
She gon' tell her friends yeah
Yeah she wanna go to france
She wanna pop some bands
She gon' tell her friends yeah
Yeah she wanna go to france
She wanna pop some bands
She gon' tell her friends yeah
Yeah she wanna go to france
She wanna pop some bands
She gon' tell her friends yeah



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Writer(s): Darrow Medrano Iii
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