Young Bouda got the sauce

Talking too much is your thing
We're not the ones who stutter
Calm down, my dear
Make room for my babies
Let my ladies pass
Let my ladies pass
Calm down, my dear
Make room for my babies
Rampampampam
I'm known all the way to the French overseas territories

My phone rings, rings
I'm off, not on call
Rampampampam
I'm known all the way to the French overseas territories
My phone rings, rings
But I'm off, not on call

I'm from Paris not Dakota
Shopping, Fashion Week it's tit for tat
Chatter about us, we don't care about your case
Ring on the finger, we don't want your guy

Whether you have a simple life, a royal life
You have to walk straight, stay loyal
Arm flip, top glam, gossip, woman's life

Talking too much is your thing
We're not the ones who stutter
Calm down, my dear
Make room for my babies
Let my ladies pass
Let my ladies pass
Calm down, my dear
Make room for my babies

Rampampampam
I'm known all the way to the French overseas territories
My phone rings, rings
I'm off, not on call
Rampampampam
I'm known all the way to the French overseas territories
My phone rings, rings
But I'm off, not on call

He's showing off, it's his life not my problem
She's showing off, it's her life not my back
We're in family and we enjoy, enjoy
It stings them, stings, we make the difference, difference

We have to live and escape
We have to stay lively and enjoy ourselves
Arm flip, top glam, gossip, woman's life

Talking too much is your thing
We're not the ones who stutter
Calm down, my dear
Make room for my babies
Let my ladies pass
Let my ladies pass
Calm down, my dear
Make room for my babies

Rampampampam
I'm known all the way to the French overseas territories
My phone rings, rings
I'm off, not on call
Rampampampam
I'm known all the way to the French overseas territories
My phone rings, rings
But I'm off, not on call

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