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• Artiste: French Montana
• Titre: Mopstick
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Sliding with that mopstick, like a janitor Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager Why that nigga ain't off yet? He ain't moving fast enough Fuckin' with a lil' raw, bitch, she an animal Riding round with two sticks (Bow, bow, bow, bow) like a chopstick Youngens making keys flip, like a locksmith Got a curvy and she tripping, (Agh) that bitch toxic When we catch them boys slipping, (Hey) probably shut the box Play with Kodak, hold and flash this shit up, like a cameraman That phone ring, I'm bagging shit up but I ain't trapping 'em You been at they throat, lil' dawg, I ain't mad at ya This ain't what you want, lil' dawg, this shit bad (Woo) Fresh out the coma, already grinning, like he ain't having it Fresh out of prison, already winning, I ain't catching it Them fuckboys green, dryer than hotel soap Call me Lil' Trell, free well, game in the choke (Agh) When you broke and trapping, that ain't easy Better have a pastor, mask up like Yeezy (Woo) Megan Fox, came with the machine (A-bow, bow, bow) Call me Mr. Nice Watch, more jewels than IceBox (Bling) Rest in peace to Michael K, I retired from serving (Agh) That's one thing for sure, fresh out the box Already whipping, tryna sell dope fresh out the mosque Already sipping, yeah, a lost hope Sliding with that mopstick, like a janitor Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager Why that nigga ain't off yet? He ain't moving fast enough Fuckin' with a lil' raw, bitch, she an animal Riding round with two sticks (Bow, bow, bow, bow) like a chopstick Youngens making keys flip, like a locksmith Got a curvy and she tripping, (Agh) that bitch toxic When we catch them boys slipping, (Hey) probably shut the box Play with Kodak, hold and flash this shit up, like a cameraman That phone ring, I'm bagging shit up but I ain't trapping 'em You been at they throat, lil' dawg, I ain't mad at ya This ain't what you want, lil' dawg, this shit bad Fresh out the box, streets on lock, that money flowing Fuckin' with this lil' bitch out of Boynton and she going I be going hard with no rest, and I ain't trying too I be in a fuck nigga chest, like the swine flu My jaw lockin', chew on my money I swallow four diamonds, forget it I ain't speaking on business, you got your whole round Bail posted by the Chinese store They think my head going chopstick Fresh out the box, don't get egg rolled We the type of niggas go missing, they think it's cute Catch that nigga with dissing, flip his purse, in sets, in two Yeah, glizzy on me, glue Hanging, hitting out the coupe I been fucking with Denzel soup Slurp the dick up like it's soup Fresh out of prison, already winning, I'm at my own pace Mine has got the best of me, I hit her with the stone face Pretty bitch, long lace, fat ass but no waist Creep up with the streets we like nigga, I'll light up the whole place Sliding with that mopstick, like a janitor Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager Why that nigga ain't off yet? He ain't moving fast enough Fuckin' with a lil' raw, bitch, she an animal Riding round with two sticks (Bow, bow, bow, bow) like a chopstick Youngens making keys flip, like a locksmith Got a curvy and she tripping, (Agh) that bitch toxic When we catch them boys slipping, (Hey) probably shut the box Play with Kodak, hold and flash this shit up, like a cameraman That phone ring, I'm bagging shit up but I ain't trapping 'em You been at they throat, lil' dawg, I ain't mad at ya This ain't what you want, lil' dawg, this shit bad