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French Montana
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Correct Said N Done
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Oh my God, oh my God Blocka, blocka, big up, big up It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob Oh my God, oh my God I see ‘em hatin’ on the boy huh? ‘Til I pull up on the boy, huh? Oh my God, oh my God But you couldn’t fuck with the flow I got City just turned into the oh I ride Pretty motherfucker just stole my thot Oh my God, oh my God Wake up, wake up, it’s a stick up, stick up Look up, look up, it's a stick up, stick up I'mma show you power of the mula I put a sundress on your shooter Man they turned their back on your boy huh? You trickin' but you waitin' for the boy huh? My God, oh my God (Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind now) Took a little time off I'm 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 callin' up the boys huh? And they showing up to court huh? Dirty money, ain't 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 it's 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 Don't you know the loud mouth get you stomped out? Thing on me now, hang on me now, ay Got the bitch with me, yeah, gang with me now, yeah Does the chain swing on me now? Harlem World'll lay you down, made me down Go hard or you go home She love it when I hit her with my robe on I couldn't ball, had to hit the stove We talkin' raw white, California Rolls We talkin' top down, California hoes We talkin' small sandals, got her on her toes I don't ask twice for the tongue Word to ISIS, I'm the bomb Cartagena, Corleone I'm gone, do you smell aroma? Drinkin', smoke a whole lot Know buy every bag I'mma buy the whole lot Your pussy wet, don't lie Oh my, oh my God Oh my God, oh my God Oh my God, oh my God Blocka, blocka, big up, big up It’s 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 Poppin' pills, drink, get your roll on They don't love you 'til you're dead and gone Montana!
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