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San Fran! Paris! Moscow! Ibiza!

Now!

House! House! House! House! 
House! House! House! House! 
House!

Yeah, I remember then. I remember  then. And I

to France waiter's served the crew like we can't dance
The music's booming from up in Massachusetts out to San Fran
Used to do this in my room now the Stu

The game plan
Call from ROB
It's some freaks out in San Fran
Stack my chicken
Pop my Shit
Fuck her best friend
It's no question, young Nigga got  That dog In

to nowhere
cnd all that's left for me are empty hands

I'm just glad your father understands
cnd we still grab a drink when we play San Fran
I still call you

attention and pay rent
Paying for lace fronts
Saying that crime pay 
Tell em be patient
Me I like her accent she like my fragrance
Flew her down from San Fran

niggas act like fans
Bad bitch slidin down the pole for the bands aye
I see all the hate through the black Ray Bans
Smokin on gas from the bay San Fran

the Scottish highlands
The west coast of Ireland
The Cornish breeze
I wanna rest my bones in the San Fran sunshine
The Italian coastline is calling me
To be free

middies in San Fran
Yea I'm fucking you but I still want to see your little friend
Oh she cute though
Nevermind she kinda basic
I'm smoking Scotti

Six feet tall, 140 pounds
Headed to San Fran, bringin' that Memphis sound
Wrangler jeans and a blue plaid shirt
Whole lotta soul, and just enough

life, I'm glad it ain't over
Got time to get her from San Fran to Dover, but I'm still in Milwaukee
I'm about to take over
I stay dropping heat, but only

my heart she know how to keep my soul lifted
Keep my soul
Yeah yeah

It's a Sunny day out in San Fran (we don't call it that)
Be my bae, you say you

an auction bid
These rappers be the new drug addicts
Cause they feening and searching just to find a new hit
Meanwhile thought I was signed to the San Fran

we'll be draftees
The NBA ain't ready for my talents
I'm not sure if I'll pick San Fran or Dallas
What am I gonna do with all that money in my balance
I'm

a lot to change
And she from San Fran
I told her " I'm not ya bae"
My heart getting locked away
She talking dirty
And she bout to mop my waist
I told em'

don't know
If im Lando or not
Been coming down since ridin' Ashants'
No patience with this shit
Take my ass to the dock
Met a plug in San Fran
Took my ass

party's getting out of hand 
You gotta drive, drive! 
You're working on your tan 
You're welcome in San Fran 
You're driving mommy's old sedan 
You're not

Roddy Ricch fuck her and her bestie inside the backseat

Don't shit get pass me like Deion Sanders in San Fran
Was losing balance had to grip her waist

from the westside, not by the lake (westside)
I call her San Fran if she wanna be my bay
And my E is for energy, carbohydrate
Babygirl I got something in

from San Fran
This my best shot
They hopin' my blam jam
Me and bro Hotts
Was in the grind together
Diamond in the rough
When they find this treasure
I'll

I got my boo, she keep it true homie, mhmm
I got the heart, I keep the fire homie
CD's the reasons I acquired it homie:
Family car trips to San Fran

He flew first class this morning
To a beach in San Fran
In his private cabana
With his feet in the sand
She says he smells nice
But he's wearing his

As the night wears on
I shop with Saint Laurent
In Italy, Milan, San Fran to Saigon
Vietnam, Paris, Guam know my forces strong
Pack force Obi-Wan, US budget

Oh u goin up? you and me both nigga
Oh u growin up say dat we done baby
Guess we done den u did the most hoe
I'm in san fran came frm the boat hoe
Its

to San Fran
All the way to Atlanta
I ain't seen no like you
I'm gonna give you my love
Then I'm out the door
Strutting down the avenue
It's just a one