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• Artiste: French Montana
• Titre: Metro Wave
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Want it to sound right? Narcos Music Cokeway Boys Ace Bigger Bell Dog Montego Metro Fuck with this shit right here though We don't give a fuck, let's go, yeah Pop the double R, bring the truck out Bitches bulletproof, I got my nuts out X about to dawn, I bring the sluts out Them niggas luckin' up, you niggas luckin' out Fuck with the style, you must be buggin' out I did a seven ball, I had to thug it out I'm flooded out, bring the Louis luggage out This bitch flirting, I'm 'bout to come to your house Unbutton her blouse, I'm 'bout to fuck her mouth She 'bout to make a plea, I'ma come on the couch The slabs of shrimp, I'm done with the pouch We run New York, but I fuck with thе south You hate me, new AP, ooh baby Nеw Mercedes, new paper, new caper, new blazer Look what you made me Tryna screw you, get'em drippin' Sippin' sixty, made a mil on day three I ain't got a chance, y'all won't give me no more Look at what became of me (Montana) Silk tops, D.P. suits, sip mo juice Rari trucks and bent coupes, got no roof And them bros off the PEM juice they so loose Can't penetrate the dream team, we bulletproof About to park the coupe, bring the truck out About to go and grab the bags, break the fuck out Grab them bitches tell them hoes, make the fuck out I got the cash tell heck to bring the stuff out And we don't coach ya, it don't matter what's out (What's out) Eighteen years later, bigger valley, fresh out (Fresh out) Countin' 18 million cash to get the stress out (Get the stress out) We them boys runnin' through 'em, bring your best out (Yeah) Hittin' hills, bad bitches kick the rest out (Kick the rest out) We ain't chasin' moments, we ain't gotta rush out (Gotta rush out) Layin' on his back, he came in with his chest out (With his chest out) Eli Musk flip the bird, put the X out (Yeah) You hate me, new AP, ooh baby New Mercedes, new paper, new caper, new blazer Look what you made me Tryna screw you, get'em drippin' Sippin' sixty, made a mil on day three I ain't got a chance, y'all won't give me no more Look at what became of me Look at what became of me Look at what became of me