This is a song about "French riviera"

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Im sizzlin like french fries

And when i start to rise

We back on these highways moving cakes

These french pancakes give me the crepes

I kill more than the french revolution witch was like off with his head and his and his and his

Politicians to stand and fight, making accusations to inferior races,

Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

First off congratulations on the win

Excuse my french but i’m in france, i’m just sayin'

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

You're gonna have to pardon my french, mr. englishman

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse