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Francesca Wexler - Bouillon Lyrics



Francesca Wexler - Bouillon Lyrics




Steppin' steppin' in a second adolescence
But my acne disappearing, my bread been getting leavened, yes
Heavy is the heavens, hell has all the confetti, yes
Like to lick the flames, my favourite flavour cherry red, (ha, ha)
The taste is like an angel's kiss (kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss)

Kiss
Like an angel's kiss
Walk up in this bitch and I'm feeling dangerous
They thinking they can touch
Is they sniffing angel dust
They like you don't even make pop, huh
How you fizzing up like this

How you get it hot (like this)
How you the touch (like this)
How get the sauce?
Brought the bouillon to the block (like this)
How you get it hot (like this)
How you the touch (like this)
How get the sauce?
Brought the bouillon to the block (like this)

Like, like, like, like this
Like, like, like, like this
Like, like, like, like this
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Complexion like hot coffee, all coffee, no cream
Coca-Cola without la cocaine
Pink all in my water but that is not codeine
Emerald green in her eyes but her name is not Jolene
And she on me like blue on denim
She got stamina, you could say she a stallion
Way she throw it back like a tantrum and I go tandem
Platforms on like she go-go dancing
Danced until tomorrow, 'til the break of the dawn
Diamond halo, rainbow angel, the best of them all
Got some dirt up on my shoulders, I'm dusting it off
And they tried to take the shine but the gems in the vault
Her nigga pissed off
His Arthur fists balled
Cause the water on my neck make her stare like she got cottonmouth
Call the coroner, tell him bring the coffin out
If I bring him on the floor, I'll chalk him out
If you ain't comin' now, Daddy you should walk it out

And if you really coming then bring the ante up
If you really coming then bring the ante up
Get it hotter than a summer in Wichita
I'm Floyd how I'm ducking the fisticuffs
I'm Floyd how I'm ducking like, "huh!"
Ante up!
If you really coming then bring the ante up
Get it hotter than a summer in Wichita
I'm Floyd how I'm ducking like "huh, huh, huh!"

How you get it hot (like this)
How you the touch (like this)
How get the sauce?
Brought the bouillon to the block (like this)
How you get it hot (like this)
How you the touch (like this)
How get the sauce?
Brought the bouillon to the block (like this)

Like, like, like, like this
Like, like, like, like this
Like, like, like, like this
Like, like, like, like, like
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Steppin' steppin' in a second adolescence
But my acne disappearing, my bread been getting leavened, yes
Heavy is the heavens, hell has all the confetti, yes
Like to lick the flames, my favourite flavour cherry red, (ha, ha)
The taste is like an angel's kiss (kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss)

Kiss
Like an angel's kiss
Walk up in this bitch and I'm feeling dangerous
They thinking they can touch
Is they sniffing angel dust
They like you don't even make pop, huh
How you fizzing up like this

How you get it hot (like this)
How you the touch (like this)
How get the sauce?
Brought the bouillon to the block (like this)
How you get it hot (like this)
How you the touch (like this)
How get the sauce?
Brought the bouillon to the block (like this)

Like, like, like, like this
Like, like, like, like this
Like, like, like, like this
Like, like, like, like, like

Complexion like hot coffee, all coffee, no cream
Coca-Cola without la cocaine
Pink all in my water but that is not codeine
Emerald green in her eyes but her name is not Jolene
And she on me like blue on denim
She got stamina, you could say she a stallion
Way she throw it back like a tantrum and I go tandem
Platforms on like she go-go dancing
Danced until tomorrow, 'til the break of the dawn
Diamond halo, rainbow angel, the best of them all
Got some dirt up on my shoulders, I'm dusting it off
And they tried to take the shine but the gems in the vault
Her nigga pissed off
His Arthur fists balled
Cause the water on my neck make her stare like she got cottonmouth
Call the coroner, tell him bring the coffin out
If I bring him on the floor, I'll chalk him out
If you ain't comin' now, Daddy you should walk it out

And if you really coming then bring the ante up
If you really coming then bring the ante up
Get it hotter than a summer in Wichita
I'm Floyd how I'm ducking the fisticuffs
I'm Floyd how I'm ducking like, "huh!"
Ante up!
If you really coming then bring the ante up
Get it hotter than a summer in Wichita
I'm Floyd how I'm ducking like "huh, huh, huh!"

How you get it hot (like this)
How you the touch (like this)
How get the sauce?
Brought the bouillon to the block (like this)
How you get it hot (like this)
How you the touch (like this)
How get the sauce?
Brought the bouillon to the block (like this)

Like, like, like, like this
Like, like, like, like this
Like, like, like, like this
Like, like, like, like, like
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Writer: Francesca Wexler
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Performed By: Francesca Wexler
Language: English
Written by: Francesca Wexler

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