━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━F R E N C H G I R L S━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ My ex was French… beautiful girl, mad as hell. I just added 808s. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Ha ha ha Mademoiselle Ha ha ha Mad as hell French girls laugh Then never tell Ha ha ha I can tell Mademoiselle, mad as hell Ha ha ha, I can tell French girls laugh, never tell Ha ha ha, I can tell Mademoiselle, mad as hell Pretty little oui with a wicked little spell Sweet little smile, but the eyes rebel Ha ha ha, I can tell She got a Louvre laugh, blue black silk on Blood red lip with the crime scene tint on Red flag, red sole, same colour code One wink, whole room went slow mo Bonjour, be sure, she don’t do detours Couture cut clean like a blade through velour Runway, one way, no brakes, no reroute Heel hit once, made the bass line bleed out Mona Lisa with a misdemeanour Smile look clean, but the scheme much cleaner Portrait perfect, poor traits under powder Soft voice sweet till the sub gets louder Accent on the acts sent, every lie well spoken Left fingerprints where the hearts got broken I don’t chase, I decode what I can’t trust Love in French still sound like a handcuff Mademoiselle, mad as hell Ha ha ha, I can tell French girls laugh, never tell Ha ha ha, I can tell Mademoiselle, mad as hell Pretty little oui with a wicked little spell Sweet little smile, but the eyes rebel Ha ha ha, I can tell Madame got math, put a man in brackets Bad little habits in Parisian fabric Silk on the surface, serpent in cursive Every little oui got a fee for the service C’est la vie, say less, she finesse with a straight face Sweet talk, blade tucked, lace on a snake waist Fake smile filing through the gallery line All masterpiece pose, no mastery inside I audit the art, put a mark on the provenance Copy paste chic, counterfeit confidence Brush stroke bluff, whole canvas corrupt If the signature forged, I’m calling that cut Lip gloss, heel click, quick wit, misfit French kiss, death wish, switch with the wrist flick Tick tick, tongue twist, every syllable fitted If she laugh like that, then the trap committed I don’t fall, I fact check charm Read red flags like abstract art She say amour, I hear alarms Pretty little storm with a postcard heart Mademoiselle, mad as hell Ha ha ha I can tell French girls laugh, never tell Ha ha ha, I can tell Mademoiselle, mad as hell Pretty little oui with a wicked little spell Sweet little smile, but the eyes rebel Ha ha ha, I can tell Mademoiselle Mad as hell Ha ha ha I can tell ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
