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French Montana
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Fresh Air
French Montana feat. Max B
100 grand, rubber band A nigga low, a wanted man Sure you're right, I know ya high Talkin' crazy, run for your life They can't believe, nuttin' new hot as me Money can't buy the streets I been paid, my men spray 100 rounds, sound like merengue Or the Nolia Clap, it's only rap That's what they thought, now it's 40 on ya hat What's the matter huh I'm the new breath of fresh air, like a asthma pump Representing My militant squad that snatch you out ya car that you're renting Told 'Kon put ya leg up Five stacks on the floor, watch homie fuckin' dig up
Max B: If you hit me I'mma hit ya back We got 'em on the Rose, Oww If you stick me I'mma stick you back I got 'em fuckin' with hoes, Oww Make ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down, we done stick 'em Big Mac come they sorry they ever dick him Cop a 7, we drivin' late in the sixes Convicts, gun under the armpit Ow Ow
Max B: Lightin' niggas up with the heater bro, my seat is low They fold up like that Peter Rowe Get 'em in the mood off the versatile, squirt it loud, baby let me beat Kuz I can make it worth ya while I can do it easy, sleazy, niggas speak and revokin' my bail They be scared to smoke it in jail, well I was weekly, creeply, sticks, smoked 'em at a fast pace Kuz mami this ya last take Came in, only dropped the the glee way, had 'em play DJs Heat spray, we spray the enemies, Frienemies? (Naw) Big'll wiggle like the centipede, yeah I be in and out, I can clear the tenants out I can clear ya minutes out with one conversation, waitin' Stakin' in the hallway, pacin' 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Niggas they be hatin', makin' shit that don't matter to the game Kuz most of you niggas is lames Ow
Max B: If you hit me I'mma hit ya back We got 'em on the Rose, Oww If you stick me I'mma stick you back I got 'em fuckin' with hoes, Oww Make ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down, we done stick 'em Big Mac come they sorry they ever dick him Cop a 7, we drivin' late in the sixes Convicts, gun under the armpit Ow Ow
French Montana: Shorty from the Lou', she take it in the cunt And niggas talkin' crazy, I'm shakin' in my boots A couple thou, I'm Mr. Childs Street nigga, like Kevin Chiles You got a V6, I got a 6 V's My young boys turn ya brains to swiss cheese A proper team, I mean badabing With a model bitch in the back gargling I'm so high, open cooch baby I told Grease, let me loose baby Coupe 280, flyin' through 80 R.I.P. to my dude Adee My transition is phenomenal Still hop out, cop tapes and Amadu My lil' brother bail, 'bout a half a mill French Montana, everything signed and sealed
Max B: If you hit me I'mma hit ya back We got 'em on the Rose, Oww If you stick me I'mma stick you back I got 'em fuckin' with hoes, Oww Make ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down, we done stick 'em Big Mac come they sorry they ever dick him Cop a 7, we drivin' late in the sixes Convicts, gun under the armpit Ow Ow
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