Lyrics:
us, you ready ma?
Oh Father God we come to you right
Now to bring Karim, AKA French Montana
And Charley AKA Max B bring
Them both to the altar, Lord God
pounds of back bacon
Three French toast
Two turtlenecks
And a beer, in a tree
Beauty, eh?
Where'd you learn to do that?
Uh, albums
Boy, so, like,
Montana I ain't worried bout nun-ting
Talk that, we can talk that, what you talking
Sit back let me talk my shiii
Fall back man get off that
I ain't gotta
(Just say a prayer for us, you ready ma?)
Oh father God we come to you right now
To bring Karim, a.K.A. French Montana, and Charlie a.K.A. Max B
Bring
mode
In the station no hesitation
Bro was pissed when he lost his appeal
A lot of man there can’t keep it real
Like French Montana don’t panic
Ceeks
Hola, Holana
Telling me this
And telling me that
You said once you take me with you, I'll never go back
Now I got a lesson that I want to teach
Hola, Holana
Telling me this
And telling me that
You said once you take me with you, I'll never go back
Now I got a lesson that I want to teach
won't die, this shit gon' end
Will I see tomorrow?
Pull on side me like I'm Biggie
Send 'em through the car door
Looked up to French Montana
Cause I
for the life
Wasn't there for the time
That shit still haunts me
All day long with the flashbacks, yeah
Montana, Montana, Montana, Montana
Got these
ho-whoa-ome
French Montana:
They don't wanna see a young nigga do his thang
Stupid niggaz don't thank, don't miss or don't blank
Nigga stack dough, black on,
my blunts
This is the life that I made for myself
And I'm keeping my distance from the doubt by the months
All love
All love
Pardon my French yea
us
Rev the ding-dong hot like fuzz
We escape from the scene but we smell like bud
Bro, grandads gun with an olden slug
Back the one then pull that
oh no, oh no, here it comes
And I jump back to earth, that's always the hitch
This one really hurt, time tripping's a bitch
Are you missing me? I'm
I held you down, when nobody would listen
Cause, you were alone, with you're back to the wall
I know, that it ain't your seen
But, I ain't never
French Montana
No one took no chances on me
And I can't stop
All this gwop, I got the girl spoiled rotten
I treat her like a toddler
She's talkin' like my
up the curtains like (Don't Stop Pop That)
You know French cut, she got on French Cuts
I don't french kiss, I let my friends cut
Me and Red in
the Rosbif come into my village
I piss in their coffee and I spit in their visage
Ask me for directions, I say I no understand
Turn your ass around and
Go back
pounds of back bacon
Three French toast
Two turtlenecks
And a beer, in a tree
Beauty, eh?
Where'd you learn to do that?
Uh, albums
Boy, so, like,
friend
While you in your bubble bath, I'll come wash on your back
When you're puttin' on your lotion, I can help you with that
I sit and think
I come from
That influence on my music
Ain't no U turns on this path
Think before you choose it
Hold this autograph
Come get your cash and try to use
a fuck
Anomaly I'm as Real as they come
A dying breed so I'm living it up, get it you chump
Back of my brain, spit bars yes i'm back in the game
I know
didn't love that
Rollin' on some white balls and hubcaps
And even though I got long nails
No more French manicures bitch
You gots to do your own nails
I
take me by the hand, let me lead you, honey
To the pearly gates, oh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Montana
Life turned to flashes, feel like you on acid
Doors
And as I warm my hands by the fire
I'd have to fight off the great desire
To call that girl and ask her to
Come out here for a while
I'm going to Montana
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