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French Montana

French Montana (born November 9, 1984) is an American rapper and singer of Moroccan descent. He is the founder and CEO of Cocaine City Records. In 2012, he signed a joint venture recording deal with Maybach Music Group and Bad Boy Records. Montana is known for his frequent collaborations with Max B, and more recently with Rick Ross along with his group Coke Boys, which consists of rappers Chinx Drugz, Cheeze and Flip. more »

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Ain't you heard that I'm in trouble?
And I been lookin' for you all my life
When they see me, they start runnin'
'Cause trouble's comin' for you, day and night
You can blame it on the stars, you can tell it to the moon
Baby, I wouldn't be so bad if it didn't feel so good
You can try and escape me, but I came for you
(La musica de Harry Fraud)

Wave boys back at it, gotta flood the streets (uh)
Had to pass Drake and Puff back after that little beef (woo, damn, Montana)
(Why, you ain't spittin' like the old Montana?)
Give a f*ck about them diamond plaques
Yeah, the streets want you back
Yeah, say less, I been depressed they took Chinx (yes)
And my dawg Max, all-black (woo)
Geekin' known for thirty, I just want the rep
Baby mama trippin', she just want the check
The greatest threat is always from the inside
Yessir, they put staples in my head, bitch, they been tryin'
Killers wanna bag me or come see me in that dayroom (ah)
Shorty wanna rag me and throw me up on shade room (ah)
Shorty on that rag, baby stay tuned (ah)

They just freed my dawg, penthouse outside the fence
Told him "keep the crown in your heart, not your head"
30s can't seal the pain, money can't shill the rain
When they come for you, eyes wide tweakin' is insane, never force nothin'
I'm lettin' life unfold and I'll be the last thing you see (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
Like that gun hole, trappin' outta Marilyn with Monroe (ha)
And if your enemy ain't talkin' good about you
You ain't workin' hard enough (no), headshots in coroners
Barricades and accolades, enjoyment of delusion
When you come down off your high, is you winnin' or you losin'?
The version of me in your mind is not my responsibility
Shorty whole body fake, tryna see the realer me (ah)
The apex of pain is what success is (uh uh)
Could switch it you but it's always goin' back to the essence
Me and Durk still brothers, I ain't do it for the money
Rest in peace D'Thang, Chinx, hundred miles runnin' (always be a coke boy)
I be trippin' in the finest, I'm with Doja in Bahamas
My jeweler blinded me with diamonds, used to be the cop sirens
My brother got deported, gotta meet him out in Dubai
My homie guilty for a body, but I know it's two sides (two sides, Montana)

When they see me, they start runnin' (I don't give a f*ck what you call your shit)
'Cause trouble's comin' for you, day and night (dog shit, whatever you want, just don't call it "blue magic)
You can blame it on the

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