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Correct Stick Up Boyz Lyrics
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Verse 1 French montana: 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 Hook Max B: If you hit me I'ma hit ya back We got 'em on the Rose, Oww If you stick me I'ma 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 Verse 2 Max B: Lightin' niggaz 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, niggaz 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' Niggaz they be hatin', makin' shit that don't matter to the game Kuz most of you niggaz is lames Ow Hook Max B: If you hit me I'ma hit ya back We got 'em on the Rose, Oww If you stick me I'ma 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 Verse 3 French Montana: Shorty from the Lou', she take it in the c*** And niggaz 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 Hook Max B: If you hit me I'ma hit ya back We got 'em on the Rose, Oww If you stick me I'ma 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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