Lyrics:
as far as we go from here
That's just about as far as we go
He wants a ride out of Montana
Back to the girl with the west in her eyes
Before
bitch, switch unbearable (shit)
French roll stylin', body like a stallion
Sizin' up the figure, while my shit gettin' bigger
Debatin' on a fuck or do I
unbearable (shit)
French roll stylin', body like a stallion
Sizin' up the figure, while my shit gettin' bigger
Debatin' on a fuck or do I wanna be her
These niggas be fake, gotta watch them
I'm hot, so I know they plottin'
Go broke, have lil' bro rob them
That Nina my problem solver
Man down, no
them hips
[Chorus]
I gotta get some
Shorty I ain't trippin' we could do whatever ya like
I gotta get some
We could see a movie, go to dinner, by
go home but ya gotta get the hell up outta here)
[Verse 3]
3 o'clock we in the hotel lobby
After party in my penthouse suite
Lookin' for a fly
for
Tom cruise with the glizzy
Montana with the scizzy
Hit your city
Spin the block
Make it hot
They get dizzy
Mission impossible
Go anywhere that
Dyckman, she Dominican
Grimey savage, that's what we are (we are)
Grimey shooters dressed in G-Star (star)
GS9, I go so hard (hard)
But GS for my gun
Come on over, baby, whole lotta shakin' goin' on
Yes I said come on over, baby, baby, you can't go wrong
We ain't fakin' a whole lotta shakin'
kiko from Queens, nicknamed Perico
We go back like PAs and wearin' PJs
Now we reached the peak age, runnin' trains for three days
Who wanna ride? It
Max, French Montana, Dame Grease, Coke Wave
This That More Compatible Music
This That Shit That Got Them Feenes
Selling They Whole Muthafuckin' Cream
Well goodbye Joe me gotta go, me oh my, oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne the sweetest one me oh my oh
Son of a gun we
say, I've gotta go but you can stay
Pale kids come to play
And we heard Richard Nixon say, I've gotta go but you can stay...
without a plan
But that's what we do
We're all here (Let's go!)
Gotta make this party grow
Together we can make it blow
Right through the roof
the Reggae version, hey, for the People in
the Third World... we haven't forgotten anybody on this song.. .for all of you French
people...who think that you
You gotta go go Christmas,
Don't stop the Jingle Bell,
Rocken 'round the
Mistletoe til we drop!
Angels in the snow
With cold kiss from Santa
We is who they say we are
Champagne, caviar
Big tool like a Navy yard
Hop-hop up the coupe of mine
Super mind, shooters in a suit and tie
Stay
we spent together
And I just can't wait
To tell you that I love you (to tell you that I love you)
Time keeps passing by
(You're not here)
it's gotta be
We can spend some time together
What he has he'll never know
Your boyfriend gives you no respect
And I can see your getting it
So
about you
Girl, it's not you, it's me, I
Kinda gotta figure out what I need, oh
There's never a right time to say goodbye
But we know that we gotta go
Or he'll get left in the Mississippi sand
Then me and old Carl we caught him right down by the store
We choked him just a little bit and held him
boy got shot (bah)
Six feet go to your grave, do a TikTok
Six shots, kill tracks, this here, Ziploc
Montana, rude boy, shit slap, Chris Rock (woo)
Every man gotta right to decide his own destiny, children
And in this judgment there is no partiality
So arm in arms with arms
We'll fight this
everything, beating like Harpo
Rolling purple like Harpo, bitches by the car load
They wana see Prince, I'm pulling strings like Carlos
Santana, now we in
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