Ayy, I be going deep, OBJ in the end zone
I'm gon' hit this bitch just one time, then I friendzone
When you send the pin, I'ma pull up, baby, text me
Hate it when you talk about your man, that ain't sexy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm in the South of France
I paid too much for this jacket, I was goin' ham
Baby, tell your nigga stop it, he a fuckin' fan
Put this on my baby mama, I be fuckin' fans
Yeah, yeah, yeah, in the South of France, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm in the South of France, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, in the South of France
Yeah, yeah, yeah, in the ayy
I'd rather be a dick than a pussy, that ain't right
I cannot go half with no bitch I don't like
I might fuck the stewardess, first-class flight
In the South of France, she just want my bands
How much for a dance? I flipped my advance
She don't know who I am, I pass her to the fam
Came right back like damn, I tax like Uncle Sam, yeah
Every bitch I give, I get a bitch back, damn
You would think a nigga had a six-pack, damn
1942, yeah, we sip that, damn
They be tellin' lies, tellin' big cap, damn
In the South of France, yeah, in the South of France, yeah
I'm in the South of France, in the South of France, yeah
In the South of France, yeah (Damn), in the South of France, yeah
In the South of France, yeah, I'm in the South of France, yeah, ayy, ayy
Dick so big, might start an OnlyFans
Hustle with my dog, money switchin' hands
Thick bitch by the pool, tryna get a tan
Flew her in from Cannes, got the biggest cans
Ayy, ayy, uh, karate choppin' grams
Ayy, ayy, uh, in the South of France
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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