Lyrics

Got the gyaldem shake hips in the dance Je m'appelle, man's Benz Got gyal like ten from Paris, I can't come France (Ayy, Lucid, turn that shit up), ayy Got the gyaldem shake hips in the dance Je m'appelle, man's Benz Got gyal like ten from Paris, I can't come France He wan' talk badness on my darg Man a real cash man, I don't catch man's darg Flip that, scribble that on the route, man's off Grip that, fiddle that in the coupe, man's lost Yo, grab the wheel, man's lost Got the gyaldem shake hips in the dance Je m'appelle, man's Benz Got gyal like ten from Paris, I can't come France He wan' talk badness on my darg Man a real cash man, I don't catch man's darg Flip that, scribble that on the route, man's off Grip that, fiddle that in the coupe, man's lost Yo, all the beef, can't dead all that Double it, triple it, bubble it Ripple it, cuddle it, dribble it, uh, uh Seen a bad girl jugglin' it, trickle it 'Nuff badman, so I'm comin' in, rippin' it Listenin', strugglin', killing it, cock it and Smithen' it Real blue man, man's tickin' it, tickin' it Verified ting, man's dick in it Can't compete when a Rapman's sizzlin' Di-di-dip-dip-dip like Kwengface Sku-du-du-du on a beat like Senseii This girl, large back, got a leng face Moves on pause, got a vid' like Pressplay Girl's "Tu es beau" like the French say Jump in a Benz, on the Benz like segway Can't fit in my screen, got a template King with my queen on the top, that's checkmate Got the gyaldem shake hips in the dance Je m'appelle, man's Benz Got gyal like ten from Paris, I can't come France He wan' talk badness on my darg Man a real cash man, I don't catch man's darg Flip that, scribble that on the route, man's off Grip that, fiddle that in the coupe, man's lost Yo, grab the wheel, man's lost If I come in a slide, man's tacklin' East baby from the White, man Chapel it Yo, the spark on this girl hella cracklin' Ice on my neck, finna freeze like mannequin Yo, I'm a real cash man, don't battle it Scar on my face from the fights man battled in (baow) Juggle it, saddle it, couple of tracks in it Bubble the backs in it, uh, uh Brr, they had me on an astro turf ('urf) Kickin' the ball to the cats them serve Man rap, can't cap when a man's been hurt Now, I jumped on a track when a stacks man learnt Man's tired of pounds, cash, Green Lantern Wear Moncs when I'm clear, or Goose with the fur Trapstar Mikey, can't snooze on a bird Too rich in the hood, havva call me "The First" Got the gyaldem shake hips in the dance Je m'a-Je m'appelle, man's Benz Got gyal like ten from Paris, I can't come France He wan' talk badness on my darg Man a real cash man, I don't catch man's darg Flip that, scribble that on the route, man's off Grip that, fiddle that in the coupe, man's lost Yo, grab the wheel, man's lost Got the gyal 'dem shake hips in the dance Je m'a-Je m'appelle, man's Benz (bow) Got gyal like ten from Paris, I can't come France He wan' talk badness on my darg Man a real cash man, I don't catch man's darg Flip that, scribble that on the route, man's off Grip that, fiddle that in the coupe, man's lost Yo, grab the wheel, man's lost
Writer(s): Natasja Saad, Taras Slusarenko, Rune Reilly Koelsch, Mohammed Benzekri, Lucien Dunne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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