Baby keem instrumental to "France Freestyle." Produced by Lethal. Please comment instrumental/beat requests! Baby Keem "Honest" instrumental is in production.
[Intro] Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, huh [Verse 1] I took off to France, they go crazy when I land, huh ‘Fore I hit the stage, I need the bands in my hands, huh Bitch, I sleep, sleep with my fingers in my pants, huh She say she a stripper, she don’t f**k, nigga, she dance, huh Dance, huh, loco for my bitch, don’t you touch her, I go frantic Tall, two by five, big Titanic, I’ma panic [Chorus] Too many options, love me ’cause I’m gettin’ poppin’, ayy Take off the toppings, look in the window, we shoppin’, ayy You be imposters, you playin’ outside with the monsters, ayy I deal with demons, we get on your taco at Neiman’s, ayy [Verse 2] Stop takin’ my picture Make your ass deliver ‘fore I leave, this ain’t no concert Bitch, flight out the country, when I move, I’m in a saucer Treat her like the burner, once I’m done, I’m gonna toss her Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, beat the box like Bowser Ho, you’s a foe, ‘scuse me, I need my hours Ho, fairy tale, no beef, bitch, you cauliflower (Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho) Yeah, tunnel vision, excuse me, you teeny boppers (Yeah, ayy) Start it, bitch, I double park it (Ayy) Double, double, double, double, bitch, I double park it (Uh) Don’t talk to me when I stomp in this bitch, ho, ho Don’t talk to me when I stomp in this bitch, ho, ho, yeah [Chorus] Too many options, love me ’cause I’m gettin’ poppin’, ayy Take off the toppings, look in the window, we shoppin’, ayy You be imposters, you playin’ outside with the monsters, ayy I deal with demons, we get on your taco at Neiman’s, ayy [Verse 3] When I walk in this bitch, I better get my full stay This my bitch face, nigga, get the f**k out my way That’s a pump fake, that’s what you niggas all say Say she love me, that’s what you bitches all say Yeah, you lost my trust You was surfin’ on your wave, you lose me for lust New friends, I’m finna fight, get your mans, ho Psych, you bow-legged ass bitch, I don’t use hands, ho Yeah, uh, talkin’ on my name, I’m gon’ do time, ayy Just got out of school and I’m still paying my fines, ayy I can’t do two hoes no more, just one at a time, ayy I can’t do two hoes no more, just one at a time
(verse) 0:04 Vamonos, Vamonos, Saint international, She yell, ‘Where did my Papi go?’. (verse) She called me Papi, Papi, Ball like Mbappe, living outlandish, All on the juice, a bandit, Hand it, I changed the game when I came, A madness, Too much like Sampha, three ho’s like Santa, I raise the standard, I’m on her ‘gram and I’m in Havana, I’m a heavy v bantamweight,
