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French Montana
French Montana
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Karim Kharbouch
Karim Kharbouch
Songwriter
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
808 Melo
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So we good? Uh (shoutout 808Melo) Grrt, uh, woo Swerve Look I said I'm a double G, please don't trouble me Rocks all in my socks, guns up in my brief If a nigga movin' Wock', that's when he gon' see All the Woos pop out the cut, totin' .33's I'm dark-skinned and handsome, she like, "You a gorgeous little gangster" She said I talk like a Taurus, but I fuck like a Cancer Got a bunch of young niggas that'll make you run, nigga Beam on the gun, nigga, I'm the wrong one, nigga Ayy, I'm the main one, I can't run (ayy) Eyes red like St. John's (ayy), broke down the work in eight corners Now the crib like eight farms, one king and eight pawns (pawns) Pull up and bought eight foreign (skrrt) I hit it, then run like I got eight warrants 800K chorus (ayy), three-quarter minks out the forest Pull up in them Aston Martins, got low now it's back to ballin' Bet I'll slang Eve out the garden (what, what, what, what, what, what? Woo) Like I'm N.O.R.E., know them Coke boys get it cheaper Got my top down, my feet up (skrrt, skrrt) Niggas sleepin' when we creep up Smokin' on that ether, cup of lean (ayy) I pull up in that, "You can't afford this" Fresh up off the block, now I'm on the Forbes list I'm walkin' down your block like I'm a tourist Packs in it, dark tinted, black Camaro (skrrt) Got the Cubans for the stash, I'm Robert De Niro (woo) Millionaires, all my niggas fly in this (woo, ayy) South Bronx, King Arthur, go and grab a chip (hey) Where it's fire, there's smoke (woo), G5's in the air French and Pop Smoke blowin' smoke, that don't see clear Top charts in the field (woo), top dogs in the buildin' I said I'm a double G, please don't trouble me Rocks all in my socks, guns up in my brief If a nigga movin' Wock', that's when he gon' see All the Woos pop out the cut, totin' .33's I'm dark-skinned and handsome, she like, "You a gorgeous little gangster" She said I talk like a Taurus, but I fuck like a Cancer Got a bunch of young niggas that'll make you run, nigga Beam on the gun, nigga, I'm the wrong one, nigga
Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch, Andre Loblack, Bashar Barakah Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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