FRUCTOSE Lyrics – Biking With Francis
Singer: Biking With Francis
Title: FRUCTOSE
Check me out
Let me spell it out
Cop a prelude
Drop it low and deck it out
Got the demos queued
So we’ll take the scenic route
It’s hotter than what’s out
Ask your momma, she can vouch
Slid open the sun roof so you can hear the hits
Automatic, home run
We ain’t never missed and
Never called a strike
I’m tearing through the mic
We kicking it with Francis
Cleaning gaps while on the bike like
There goеs that boy that’s dressing
Better than thе president
A fashion killer
Then my n#gg#s burn the evidence
I made it evident
Like rooms that’s filled with elephants
Squirtle in my spokes
So you can hear me while I’m peddling
Sweet (Just watch out for pedestrians)
Sweet like, sweet (Uh, uh)
Tastes like syrup, taste like
Taste like syrup, taste like
Tastes like syrup
Taste like
Tastes like syrup
Taste like
Tastes like syrup
Taste like
Tastes like syrup
Taste like
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