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Pardon My French
by Kxng Junxor
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Pardon my french walked out with 10 racks in my pants
She know who I am I hang with dealers, and killers and rappers
Who don't give a fuck bout dem getting in a jam
I just left GILT with my brother and TY
And I swear to God I ain't going again
Them niggas ballers and I ain't no baller
I just fuck these bitches and lie to they mans
Hol up skrt hit the gas then I blew up
Foot out the door baby love the way it flew up
I ain't have shit way back when I was younger
Now I'm making money so a nigga speaking dumber
While you talking lil nigga better run up
Had all year screaming wait for the summer
Its 2021, I'm pulling James Harden numbers
Thats year round, this my town
I can give a fuck about you niggas right now
I swear to God that I'm him, flip the Kia to a Benz
All this money I spend, got me counting dead friends
Turn it to a warzone bout the money
I'm tricky with these words Peter Pan with the butter
Chain like So Icey just signed Stevie Wonder
Huh, young nigga, young nigga
Pardon my french walked out with 10 racks in my pants
She know who I am I hang with dealers, and killers and rappers
Who don't give a fuck bout dem getting in a jam
I just left GILT with my brother and TY
And I swear to God I ain't going again
Them niggas ballers and I ain't no baller
I just fuck these bitches and lie to they mans
Pardon my french walked out with 10 racks in my pants
She know who I am I hang with dealers, and killers and rappers
Who don't give a fuck bout dem getting in a jam
I just left GILT with my brother and TY
And I swear to God I ain't going again
Them niggas ballers and I ain't no baller
I just fuck these bitches and lie to they mans
I can't find myself cause I been looking for something
See I'm drunk off in this club and I ain't looking for money
All my bitches know I'm solid, they don't make em one hunnit
If that dash say 260 then I probably have done it
Baby I don't want your number I just want your attention
I wanna give you a glimpse of how a young nigga living
My fam been rolling since the 60's, but I ain't no crip
Trynna get you home and give you all of this dick
Yeah I know I'm nasty please don't screenshot my text
Cause if my lady find out my bags will be to the left
I been working for sometime I think its time to retreat
And when them hoes asked you who blessed you you can tell them the Kxng
Pardon my french walked out with 10 racks in my pants
She know who I am I hang with dealers, and killers and rappers
Who don't give a fuck bout dem getting in a jam
I just left GILT with my brother and TY
And I swear to God I ain't going again
Them niggas ballers and I ain't no baller
I just fuck these bitches and lie to they mans
Pardon my
Pardon my french walked out with 10 racks in my pants
She know who I am I hang with dealers, and killers and rappers
Who don't give a fuck bout dem getting in a jam
I just left GILT with my brother and TY
And I swear to God I ain't going again
Them niggas ballers and I ain't no baller
I just fuck these bitches and lie to they mans
Hol up skrt hit the gas then I blew up
Foot out the door baby love the way it flew up
I ain't have shit way back when I was younger
Now I'm making money so a nigga speaking dumber
While you talking lil nigga better run up
Had all year screaming wait for the summer
Its 2021, I'm pulling James Harden numbers
Thats year round, this my town
I can give a fuck about you niggas right now
I swear to God that I'm him, flip the Kia to a Benz
All this money I spend, got me counting dead friends
Turn it to a warzone bout the money
I'm tricky with these words Peter Pan with the butter
Chain like So Icey just signed Stevie Wonder
Huh, young nigga, young nigga
Pardon my french walked out with 10 racks in my pants
She know who I am I hang with dealers, and killers and rappers
Who don't give a fuck bout dem getting in a jam
I just left GILT with my brother and TY
And I swear to God I ain't going again
Them niggas ballers and I ain't no baller
I just fuck these bitches and lie to they mans
Pardon my french walked out with 10 racks in my pants
She know who I am I hang with dealers, and killers and rappers
Who don't give a fuck bout dem getting in a jam
I just left GILT with my brother and TY
And I swear to God I ain't going again
Them niggas ballers and I ain't no baller
I just fuck these bitches and lie to they mans
I can't find myself cause I been looking for something
See I'm drunk off in this club and I ain't looking for money
All my bitches know I'm solid, they don't make em one hunnit
If that dash say 260 then I probably have done it
Baby I don't want your number I just want your attention
I wanna give you a glimpse of how a young nigga living
My fam been rolling since the 60's, but I ain't no crip
Trynna get you home and give you all of this dick
Yeah I know I'm nasty please don't screenshot my text
Cause if my lady find out my bags will be to the left
I been working for sometime I think its time to retreat
And when them hoes asked you who blessed you you can tell them the Kxng
Pardon my french walked out with 10 racks in my pants
She know who I am I hang with dealers, and killers and rappers
Who don't give a fuck bout dem getting in a jam
I just left GILT with my brother and TY
And I swear to God I ain't going again
Them niggas ballers and I ain't no baller
I just fuck these bitches and lie to they mans
Pardon my
