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biking with francis - wah wah lyrics

[intro]
(yeah) (yeah) (yeah)
[verse 1]
i, i, i, these b+tches don’t know what it feel like (wah wah)
i park my [?] and it feel like (wah wah)
they tryna holla at your boy
they tryna holla at your boy, like (holla)
i really run with the fools
these b+tches, these b+tches need something to do
run out the [?] these women be droolin’
put ‘em to bed, these b+tches be snoozin’
[verse 2]
beach front, gettin’ [?] shots, gettin’ h+lla bent
biking in the building catchin’ [?] like elephant
third project, tellin’ that we really in our element
allergic to the trendy sh+t, somebody grab my epipen
hot tan, pretty girls my favorite type of medicine
[?] lightin’ up tho whole spot, shoutout edison
blow so elegant, carolina residence
this trio makin’ [?] better than it’s ever ever been (ever)
and it’s never gon’ stop, this that foam in the cup
it’s gon’ rise to the top (what?)
cleanin’ out my [?] steppin’ on your wannabe
see some [?] n+ggas gettin’ bigger since wanna b
had to turn my ringer off ‘cause money kept on callin’ me
[?] made a belt sayin’ f+ck you to the modesty
[?] but we poppin’ in clutch
more like [?] how we lightin’ you up
you more like taxidermied mannequins, you don’t got the guts
[?] covers in the streets, i bet y’all waitin’ for stuff
[outro]
[?]
get upp!

- biking with francis lyrics

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