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FRANCE FREESTYLE
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Keem
Baby Keem
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hykeem Carter
Hykeem Carter
Songwriter
Kalon Berry
Kalon Berry
Songwriter
Brayon Potillo
Brayon Potillo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kal Banx
Kal Banx
Producer
Potillo
Potillo
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, huh I took off to France, they go crazy when I land, huh 'Fore I hit the stage, I need the bands in my hands, huh Bitch, I sleep, sleep with my fingers in my pants, huh She say she a stripper, she don't fuck, nigga, she dance, huh Dance, huh, loco for my bitch Don't you touch her, I go frantic Tall, two by five, big Titanic, I'ma panic Too many options, love me 'cause I'm gettin' poppin', ayy Take off the toppings, look in the window, we shoppin', ayy You be imposters, you playin' outside with the monsters, ayy I deal with demons, we get on your taco at Neiman's, ayy Stop takin' my picture Make your ass deliver 'fore I leave, this ain't no concert Big flight out the country, when I move, I'm in a saucer Treat her like the burner, once I'm done, I'm gonna toss her Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, beat the box like Bowser Hoe, you's a foe, 'scuse me, I need my hours Hoe, fairy tale, no beef, bitch, you cauliflower (hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe) Yeah, tunnel vision, excuse me, you teeny boppers (yeah, ayy) Start it, bitch, I double-park it (ayy) Double, double, double, double, bitch, I double-park it (uh) Don't talk to me when I stomp in this bitch, hoe, hoe Don't talk to me when I stomp in this bitch, hoe, hoe, yeah Too many options, love me 'cause I'm gettin' poppin', ayy Take off the toppings, look in the window, we shoppin', ayy You be imposters, you playin' outside with the monsters, ayy I deal with demons, we get on your taco at Neiman's, ayy When I walk in this bitch, I better get my full stay This my bitch face, nigga, get the fuck out my way That's a pump fake, that's what you niggas all say Say she love me, that's what you bitches all say Yeah, you lost my trust You was surfin' on your wave, you lose me for lust New friends, I'm finna fight, get your mans, hoe Psych, you bow-legged ass bitch, I don't use hands, hoe Yeah, uh, talkin' on my name, I'm gon' do time, ayy Just got out of school and I'm still paying my fines, ayy I can't do two hoes no more, just one at a time, ayy I can't do two hoes no more, just one at a time
Writer(s): Kalon Berry, Hykeem Jamaal Carter Jr., Brayon Potillo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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