Lyrics:
Hannah Montana bitch
Excuse my French
When I get up in the game, your only play is the bench
You see I finish what I start
First to cross the race line
Got
give a fuck what you do
You got nothing to do with me
So why would I care about you
And whatever you think about me
I don't give a fuck what you do
You
lodged in my head
And some blonde gave me nightmares
Think that she's still in my bed
As I dream about movies
They won't make of me when I'm dead
up
But carnal think I'm robbing
Cuz for all they work they give it up
Anit flexing tough, wicked, stupid
But anit nothing sweet
Wisely I be cooler than
got it going on
With or without Victoria's or Louboutin
Want you to know I been studying you in your natur' l
Theres nothing else on my mind
Just wanna
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout b****
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout b****
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout bitch
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
God I wanna hear your voice
Nothing is impossible with God ehhyy
All things are possible with You
That job you're thinking about is possible lift up
love you
The rest for me, I don't care
Cause you know, I swear
L am the French man, from Paris
Think about it will always love you
But you know, Hey
hard
Bitch I’m not one to heckle (na)
You’d think we sponsored by Nike
How quick my niggas check em (chill)
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream in
my face
I'm stickin with my ZB's no matter who we face
Steez, yeah
Can't tell me nothing man
We tryna get it, by any means Haitian blood
Do this for
grip and don't really give a shit
About nothing at all, just my dogs, steppin' through the fog
And I'm still gon' fade 'em all
With the gangsta shit
grip and don't really give a shit
About nothing at all, just my dogs, steppin' through the fog
And I'm still gon' fade 'em all
With the gangsta shit
think you are, I think you better think about it
(Think about it)
[ VERSE 3 ]
The lyrics are suffice, suffice are my lyrics
Idolized by the public,
Selective memory conveniently drops by
When you're up in the club and some girls caught your eye
What you don't think I hear rumors?
My friends don't
Downtown Super Bowl 38
In the clutch city ya know filfthy movin' weight
In case it get to state keep me in a G manner
All my homies roll like Tony Montana
winning Eddy Kenzo
A city where Bobi Wine and French Montana are just examples
Of the unforgettable potential of the ghetto kids
I come from a city that
Please don't waste my time
I've been on the grind
Please don't hit my line
Leave me I'm just fine
The money on the motherfucking way
Think about it
like Pennywise
Ain't nothing more than a pretty penny have your mother picking out a coffin size
All you Tenpenny acting motherfuckers
Be a maggots
realer
It's all about the the skrilla
No one iller
I'm your dealer
In a villa
It's all about the skrilla
Smoking killa
Bumping Dilla
Nothing realer
It's
can pop him like aspirin if you want, but you ain't cop from me
I'm just a rapper, I don't wrestle with the dope fleas
I don't know nothing about meth
met you, met you
Tattooed you name, is just day 2, day 2
Sometimes I think I'm your Adam, Adam
You be my Eve, if I let you, yess
Be on same page since
know nothing about
Get bent
Bullied one day mom Circumvents
Home schooled fool your moms little princes
Dysfunction wide spread the rugs well swept
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