Lyrics:
The helmetless defiant ones sit on the curb and stare
At tracers flashing through the sky and planes bursting in air
But way out in the villages no warning comes
the kitchen
Got a lung full of haze, I got sons throwing shade
But I'm in France with a French chick
In Pigalle doing French shit, she said my mind's like
the whole place second that we open up
Go cry about it wa wa wa
All your songs is trash like you French Montana-ah
Give this day my daily bread and get this
got water that just what I wanted
that just what I
Yea I hop on the bike go han
French Montana with the han
She told her friends that's him
I like my
Shawty came through in the summertime
(Hooo! Heyyy! Hooo! Heyyy)
TIPY GOT THE BEATS THAT MAKE YOU JUMP
(Hooo! Heyyy! Hooo)
H'riiiiight
H'right
Shawty
dat,
Now nigga dat, now nigga dats fashion
And I'm fresh as fuck if you ask me
All gold and I'm flashy
Come thru wearing like 6 chains,
Channel shit
Love It"
You like Lil Toenail, then go fuck shit
This gonna be the end of your career
You no better than Lafear
Your verses mediocre, French Montana
You
tints
Mink under the sink
Spoke French in Montana, we played in the wind
Fly n***as don't die, they grow out their wings
The nose on that thing
Long like
gone I'ma take advantage
I been on Oxy for too many days
I been taking them 80s all straight to my face
Sippin on Para, my plug like Montana
He French
and sleep on her titties
And she give us the word, we come through with AK's
It's a stick up, she scream like a victim
Now you, feeling so silly
I smoke
Followed by McDonalds and Coca-Cola
The point is whatever the outcome of the battle
The day goes on with more french fries and soda
One, two and you don't
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
they dirt
Including me
Couldn't push my boat through the lake of fire 'cause my paddles was burnt
Uncle was smokin' that work
Can't come in the crib,
Bitch you know i'ma skate off in a Benz
Mamba Mentality, I gotta win
You trying to bring my legacy to an end
Tony Montana, this my little Friend
Say
crop would yield
By its death what might better be revealed
An imagination needs a lot of exercise
Good and bad things equally are blessings in disguise
Me, I'm the Lonesome Kicker
Extra points, field goals at your service
One might think it comes with glory
You might think different after you
clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin
All these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun
And yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown cat's through, blazin
pain
When you gotta move out
Your own ends will get killed by another gang
Since the day I'm born, this is all I know
Been through chasing bones
Singin'
the motherfuckin' alarm off
And shoot this motherfuckers arm off
You niggas better smartin' up
Act like mac won't come through and spark shit up
Where the fuck
box"
"Okay, hey, yo Nick'"
"Yo?"
"Yeah, shorty out here want want, um, a number three"
"Oh, aight, tell him to come around to my window, I got him,
Come everybody just gather round
And flash don’t care
This is how we all get down
Wanna party everywhere
Rugged man is coming through with Josh
When you said it was over
You shot right through my heart
Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart
Ooh, I was so mad
I could've seen
too
Hey, you in the back with those French braids
What's your name?
My name is Snoop
Alright, Snoop, what you wanna be when you grow up?
I
too
Hey, you in the back with those French braids
What's your name?
My name is Snoop
Alright, Snoop, what you wanna be when you grow up?
I
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