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- French Montana Said N Done 歌詞
- French Montana
- Oh my god oh my god
Blocka blocka big up big up
Its the coke boy nigga with the a$ ap mob
Oh my god oh my god
I see em hating on the boy huh
Til I pull up on the boy huh
Oh my god oh my god
But you couldnt f**k with the flow I got
City just turned into the oh I ride
Pretty motherf**ker just stole my thot
Oh my god oh my god
Wake up wake up its a stick up stick up
Look up look up its a stick up stick up
Ima show you power of the mula
I put a sundress on your shooter
Man they turned their back on your boy huh
You tricking but you waiting for the boy huh
My god oh my god
Heel up wheel up bring it back come rewind now
Took a little time off Im back up on my grind
Took it uptown just to kick it with my slimes
Skeet skeet skkrt cocaine for the bitches
Chain tucked in cause I came for the business
Dope to your brain like a vein with syringes
Back in the day streets was paved with syringes
Paid for the crib plus it came with the fridges
I heard them boys calling up the boys huh
And they showing up to court huh
Dirty money aint in the forbes huh
Love my bitch oh my gotta spend a whole lot
Gotta buy every bag gotta buy the whole lot
Taught the bitch oh my oh my
Gotta spend a whole lot
Oh my god oh my god
With the spring springing on us and the summer hot
Couple things clinging on us bitch its coming out
Weather weather for the winter flacko bring em out
Bad mon a rude boy what the bombaclot
When it drop out nigga hop out
Dont you know the loud mouth get you stomped out
Thing on me now hang on me now ay
Got the bitch with me gang with me now yeah
Does the chain swing on me now
Harlem made me down
Go hard or you go home
She love it when I hit her with my rob on
I couldnt ball had to hit the stove
We talking raw white california rolls
We talking top down california hoes
We talking small sandals got her on her toes
I dont ask twice for the tongue
Word to isis Im the bomb
Call gina call leon
Im gone do you smell aroma
Drinking smoke a whole lot
Know buy every bag Ima buy the whole lot
Your puccy wet dont lie
Oh my oh my god
Oh my god oh my god
Oh my god oh my god
Blocka blocka big up big up
Its the coke boy nigga with the a$ ap mob
Oh my god oh my god
She love when I hit her with my robe on
She love when I hit her with my gold on
Popping pills drink get your roll on
They dont love you til youre dead and gone
Montana
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