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French Guy

There's a girl on my pillow Starin' at me with those baby blues And she's whisperin' sweet nothings And now they don't mean nothin' School ain't shit

pour water out of a boot with instructions on the heel Instructions on the heel Instructions on the heel But when I'm in Provence, I get free croissants Yeah, I'm the guy every French

anymore in the movies except for Meryl, "I am the french left tenants whore" I was up for that part, i read that line "i'm the french lutenants whore

I noticed when I walked in the room went dark somebody better call the police there's a guy here with no heart he said he goes by the name of Skepta he

chuckle of my neighborhood I'm one of them midnight creeps at dennys Talking to myself and lickin' my pennys I got a french fry hangin' out of my beard Don't go near that guy

, feels like you flyin. The cars are shakin, slowly elevatin, sound like they breakin. Rickety, rackety, clickity, clack, up we go, you no look back. Some french guy

guy with a sweet tooth And that girl was just like a king-sized candy bar Pick up the phone Meet me at the Sorbonne Keep turning me on With those French

French Every guy has got a wench Every couple's got a bench Kissing shamelessly Night and day they're making music While they're making love in French

The French are glad to die for love A kiss on the hand may be quite continental But diamonds are a girl's best friend A kiss may be grand but it won'