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- didn't get far 歌詞 Fabolous French Montana
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- French Montana didn't get far 歌詞
- Fabolous French Montana
- Mm mm-mm mm-mm
Yeah yeah
Big bag like Santa Claus
No no Hitmaka
That loopy wave
Yeah baby
The aroma smell like that Dyckman hookah
Montega han
Black coffee the glasses same color molasses
Same night at the Aspens
Ah
Mami shakin asses
Far from the hood but close enough to caption
Yeah
Not the Gram one night thousand grand
Yeah
You do the math
She wont bounce back even if I threw the pass
Lion Head Medusa mask han
Han
I hit the bottom and flip
I got juice you can bottle me up
Up
And sell me for a lottery pick
Ah
We live likе the Vikings you aint gettin far
If you confuse between the h*es and the wifin
Merge like a hyphen it aint about the money
Money
I aint tryna lose the excitement
Montana
Wouldnt get far
I tried but I wouldnt get far
My bad that I didnt get far
Its my fault that I didnt get far
I tried but I didnt get far
You see everybody aint gon make it
My bad that I didnt get far
My fault that I didnt get far
Its a fact of life and you gotta respect that yo OG tell em
I tried but I didnt get far didnt get far
But dont let it hold you back though look yeah
For the hood n***as front of bodegas in leathers
Yeah
For the bad b***hes dressed in Bottega Veneta
Yeah
This that real s**t that you bootleggers could never
Could never
This that cold summer this aint no regular weather
Woo
We made positives out of a negative era
For real
Boys Im runnin with we used to play Sega together
For real
You can catch me and French out in Vegas for cheddar
Beat the streets and got paid like McGregor Mayweather
Uh pray when I get in the car
Cause a lot of n***as tried but they didnt get far
You know the alphabet boys always spittin them bars
Gotta stay on your Ps and Qs when youre settin them odds
And thats why Im in the Cullinan
Yeah
With the shotguns where you stick the umbrellas in
I hope it dont rain
Streets got love for me hope it dont change
But I know they take shots with a scope at close range
Like I know these fly b ***hes love open-toe wings
And the money change s**t like remote controls man
Man
Came through all-white poppin gold chains
I was givin out s**t like the Oprah show came
Look
Drip cant save you if they aimin to kill it
Theyll shoot at the low goal like they Damian Lillard
Uh
This goes out to those who shouldve got further
Locked up or got murdered I gotta do it since
Wouldnt get far
I tried but I wouldnt get far
My bad that I didnt get far
Its my fault that I didnt get far
I tried but I didnt get far
My bad that I didnt get far
My fault that I didnt get far
I tried but I didnt get far didnt get far
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