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I be French Montana from da da da block
Went solo on ya ass, solo on the ave
All white navy blue polo with the hat
I go rawr rawr
Hannah Montana
Real French shit on my fwet du bwee
It's the 3 musketeers
No guest emcee
My Alexandre Dumas when I'm rhyming too raw
Rest in peace Ol'
me with a courtly bow
And hides his pain by acting proud
He drinks too much and he laughs too loud
How can I deny him?

Let us dance beneath
a pound of the purp
So much work he'll smoke up the Earth
Polo Ground, A$AP World

(Haaan!) That ain't Kanye, that's Montana
Loose cannon, he shot me so I
Montana, loose cannon
He shot me so I had to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it
Her a** fat, you
tore out
When I wanna go out, red carpets get rolled out

There's a lot of you's, there's only one me
They are not confused by the wannabe
There's
happening around

I'll do some washing
I might go shopping
I'm going downtown
I'm going downtown

Someone told me, "nothing happened today."

I woke up late
I
French Montana, fuck Joe
It’s Weezy F, fuck hoes
It’s truck the world
It’s truck yo girl
It’s Trukfit by the truck load, biatch!

Don't stop, pop that,
French Montana, fuck Joe
It’s Weezy F, fuck hoes
It’s truck the world
It’s truck yo girl
It’s Trukfit by the truck load, biatch!

Don't stop, pop that,
settle down
Shoe store
A movie house
Something like
Something like a french comedy
He's patronized by gentle souls
Their best intentions are their
out here
P snapbacks on niggas heads out here
So don't you come fuckin' with the little homie
So OG they call me Tony
Montana, no French, my red
stuck.

Bob- Okay.

Doug- By the way, that's me on the organ.

Bob- Aw, geez.

Doug- You start.

Bob- Okay. On the first day of Christmas,
my
I broke up with my baby, though it was the right thing to do 
It has left me languishing, so lonesome and so blue 
So I called up all my
Alouette uette uette
Alouette uette uette
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Deployer l'aile

In my beginning there was nothing 
So empty in the space
Alouette uette uette
Alouette uette uette
Alouette uette uette
Deployer l'aile

In my beginning there was nothing 
So empty in the space
me with a courtly bow
And hides his pain by acting proud
He drinks too much and he laughs too loud
How can I deny him.

Let us dance beneath
the sheets feel cold and lonely
Who wants to brave the pouring rain
For a glass of French champagne
Grab a cab, grab a cab, and baby, come right by

But
my blick nigga
Me and Flockaveli, bitch I'm sensin' like I'm belly
They be by my celly, flip them bitches at the telly
Trained To Go nigga, how I rob
Go ahead and shake whatcha mama gave ya

Oh, oh, say can you see
By the dawns early light
Party with me every night
Let down your hands, alright
me with a courtly bow
And hides his pain by acting proud
He drinks too much and he laughs too loud
How can I deny him.

Let us dance beneath
Montana
Loose cannon, he shot me so I had to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it
Her ass fat, you
ho
Drop it for a legend or this DTP logo
Drop it for a little free marketing and promo
And let me Instagram this photo

9 time out of 10 I’m
played me records I've tried to forget.

Like french and saunders, he talked for hours.
Through costume dramas, watched by piranhas.
And rows and rows
kitsch
It made me miss my Moscow mother
It made me miss my New York nothing

In Montpelier I stayed in a chateau
A boy climbed into my bed and he knew
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
Listen to the law, jappa jaw