| I should be more mature, sure, I’m spoiled
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| Hit up the south of France after tour, bonjour (bonjour)
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| How many girls pre-bate right before they date
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| So she can have restraint? |
| She still get slayed (bonjour)
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| That’s ill behavior, want the whip matted
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| Want her ass the fattest, beat it: Thriller jacket
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| A street metaphor: if your dog piss on the floor
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| Put his nose in it, check these niggas from the door
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| Oui-oui amour
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| Plenty of kisses, plenty of bisous
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| A good day and best wishes
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| Comment allez-vous?
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| Bonjour
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| Eat at selective kitchens
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| Speak on our next intentions
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| Over-creamy Polenta, it come chef recommended (bonjour)
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| Come through the side entrance, I arrive, bitches
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| Crackheads still owe me from '89 fixes (bonjour)
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| Havin' drinks in Vegas, my business
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| She didn’t see me comin', now she’s an eyewitness
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| Laissez le bon temps rouler
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| Say ah, so the kids could play
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| Oui-oui amour
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| Plenty of kisses, plenty of bisous
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| Good day and best wishes
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| Comment allez-vous?
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| Bonjour
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| Vacay share twisted
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| Whatever happened missed it
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| Vacations I didn’t like, put myself through a guilt trip (bonjour)
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| All these beautiful places, but the cities be poor
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| You wealthy when your kid’s upbringing better than yours
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| All this money we gettin'
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| Could be gone in a minute if we don’t invest it
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| We long-term affected
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| Watch who you gettin' pregnant
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| That’s long-term stressin'
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| I got a mil for every bump on your face
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| That’s what I call a blessin', flexin'
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| My head looks straight up
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| And I’m wonderin', «What did I do?"(bonjour)
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| She looked at me like, «Damn, did I surprise you?»
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| Sure enough, as the sky’s blue, she turned back around
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| And walked right down the avenue (bonjour)
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| She’s waitin' for the right cue (bonjour)
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| I’m waitin' for the right clue (bonjour)
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| (Oui-oui amour)
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| She be leavin', still I smell her eau de parfum
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| She can’t run 'cause I got Cinderella’s right shoe
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| And, that right girl, but I’m be seein' right through
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| Crowd obscurin' my view
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| There’s nothin' left to argue (bonjour)
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| At least there’s not from my view (bonjour) |