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She's calling for the gawd whenever I'm getting deeper ya
I got the french vanilla in my cup in my cup
Baby girl when we linking up linking up
One
and I took her out to eat
You tight school girl
You sex-starved wife
She was fucked hard by her doctor
She fucks her boss
Guys worship Ebony pussy
see her in silhouette
Than get another version of these
Uptown girls, with the arrogance
I gotta put em on freeze
If autumn is coming then let her come
a hippie stick
Stuck in the head trip
Castles in Palestine
Doves and diamonds
Binded by the glare
I'm gazin' at a gem
Sexy lil' shawty
Blondie like Madonna
..
French girls
French tips
French love
Fresh kiss
Friendships tested
X2
Chorus
Baby when you walk by strike like lightening
I can feel your
make niggaz walk slow, talk low
With white chalk-o, mi casa be siete uno ocho
Brooklyn motherfucker, handle this
Pardon my Spanish and French
Okay, I
it ain't my fault that yo girl got caught
Doin a raindance for a real man
Makin real plans like let's go to France
cnd let me french kiss on dat ass
might get bit by a bird
Steady switching like Irving get the bag and watching the ladies trip I'm certain
Said you're independent but still want a lame
the mockingbirds singing and the whippoorwill calls
Spanish moss on the Natchez Trace
Gulf wind blowin' wide across my face
French girls dancin' to a big bang
Charlie (Aye, ha)
Talking French vanilla by the case, hey (ha)
Word to this bust down, I don't trust her face (ha)
Talking bonjour with the rendezvous,
of the Leadville police
They strolled down the block smokin' French cigarettes
cnd they purchased an ad in the Leadville Gazette
cnd it was published on Sunday in
nobody knows about like a lemur
That might wild the fuck out, and kick you in the femur
Your girl said she a dreamer
I told her the closest she gon' get
later finally found the girl of my dreams/thats my birthday by the way (March 14?)/and Im compatible with Tauruses the rulers of the forest/and my water
loaded
Mixin' up this paper like we
Mixin' up the batter
Shit, I fuck her once and I
Forget a nigga had her
Juliet on Sunday, toolie for the gun play
aren't allowed that thought
and believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats, owned by assholes
that live in
was a baller
I wish I was a little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish had girl
Who weren’t loose
I’d call her
Wish I had a tree
In the yard
Grow
What's the nigga from the past
Saved by the bell, Mario Lopez
Vanilla, Chocolate, Strawberry
My favorite flavors
My favorite flavors
I love them all
So
get by, got to be the best
I'm so fly, all the hoes be staring me
Trying to give me that eyeful like I'm French
She undressed, trying to flash on me
aren't allowed that thought
And believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats, owned by assholes
That live in
of getting
Beaten up by the pulling guard all week only to go out on the weekend,
And watch the Quarterback get all the girls so,
He formed a band man
high on a Sunday and turn on the sermon
Be mixing the coke and the crown in the back of Suburbans
The plot only worsens, 'cause most of the time all
12. WHO'S THAT GIRL?
Words & Music Dan Tracey ©2020 27 Songs Worldwide
(Nancy Wake)
Bustin' outta that shirt, a Parisian dream. Saw her on a Sunday
allowed that thought
and believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats, owned by assholes
that live in high-rises, diving
One night in New Orleans on a Super Bowl Sunday
In a bar with a big screen TV
She was there with some girls they were down from Montreal
And she
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