Un Maniere
Voulez vous coucher avec moi
Cause i get a whole lot of guap
Not with all the cuff'N
Don't fuck with the cops
But if I like it then i gotta cop it
Oh my god
Your body so amaze'N
You always on gang shit
Little shawty speak my language
If i ring on your line
I know that you come'N without a hesitation
When i touch it then you know you cum'n
Fuck all of that run'N no you can't quit
Cause I'm tryna fuck on you right
Saint Laurent sheets while you ride me
Do it so good take you shop'N
Do it so Good make you wait
Wanna fly you out to France
Iced out baguettes
She work'n my nerves
But she fuck me the best
France
Milan rouge
If i give you my time
Don't play me for a fool
France
Wanna fly you out to France
Shopping sprees out in France
Come and kick it out in France
In france oh yeah
Come with me out to France
Nasty hoe she do tricks with no hands
Round of applause only fuck once
Then it's back to the bands
I'm a millionaire
I just go round and pop tags cuz i can
You ready lets go
In France i got groupie hoes
Of course i can share cause i got a few of those
Pockets filled with blue strips
Not twenties the fuck ima do with those
Im a big monster
I kill the competition just like I'm gyrados
This gas got me stuck
My heart is froze i feel like i overdosed
No no no no
I can't trust no hoe
I flew you out, i took you shop'N
Now please just leave me alone
When we in France
We might be together
But stacking bread is my goal
I feel like i been abducted
But outer space is my home
Fuck france
Cause i get a whole lot of guap
Not with all the cuff'N
Don't fuck with the cops
But if I like it then i gotta cop it
Oh my god
Your body so amaze'N
You always on gang shit
Little shawty speak my language
If i ring on your line
I know that you come'N without a hesitation
When i touch it then you know you cum'n
Fuck all of that run'N no you can't quit
Cause I'm tryna fuck on you right
Saint Laurent sheets while you ride me
Do it so good take you shop'N
Do it so Good make you wait
Wanna fly you out to France
Iced out baguettes
She work'n my nerves
But she fuck me the best
France
Milan rouge
If i give you my time
Don't play me for a fool
France
Wanna fly you out to France
Shopping sprees out in France
Come and kick it out in France
In france oh yeah
Come with me out to France
Nasty hoe she do tricks with no hands
Round of applause only fuck once
Then it's back to the bands
I'm a millionaire
I just go round and pop tags cuz i can
You ready lets go
In France i got groupie hoes
Of course i can share cause i got a few of those
Pockets filled with blue strips
Not twenties the fuck ima do with those
Im a big monster
I kill the competition just like I'm gyrados
This gas got me stuck
My heart is froze i feel like i overdosed
No no no no
I can't trust no hoe
I flew you out, i took you shop'N
Now please just leave me alone
When we in France
We might be together
But stacking bread is my goal
I feel like i been abducted
But outer space is my home
Fuck france
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Writer(s): Anthony Bludson
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