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Flying over France They say I never had a chance Pay me in advance This is for my fans Tell her baby name a time and place She told me she been out in Paris repping saint germain Nah really I would hate me too I see it on your face Yeah yeah if you gone call me anything than call me great Riding with my homie got the tinted windows I ain't got no wifey or no little kiddos Brr baby cold up in my heart I start the heater Know I'm with my squad and I am the leader We out come meet us My god my Jesus She fine freaky They tired they sleeping I'm wide in geeking Survoler la France We lit up at the Parc De Prance Pay me in advance This is for my fans Flying over France They say I never had a chance Pay me in advance This is for my fans
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