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3mfrench – rap star lyrics

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[intro]
on my block, i’m the face
want me dead, want me erased
fuck the feds, they on my case
i can’t slip, it’s on my waist
i’m counting guap, counting cake
couple bands, it’s in the safe
now these rappers feel a way
and all these b-tches feel a-

[chorus: french]
on my block, i’m the face
want me dead, want me erased
fuck the feds, they on my case
and i can’t slip, it’s on my waist
i’m counting guap, i’m counting cake
couple bands, it’s in the safe
now these rappers feel a way
and all these b-tches feel a way

[verse 1: moeski]
half a milli in the safe
on the block i’m dodgin’ raids
love my bros, i’ll hug the case
fly ot, i’m catchin’ planes
hatin’ on me you’re a lame
nigga get in your own lane
yeah your turn ups, they so lame
our turn ups, they insane
got the b-tches screaming names
and they love us, ain’t no game
pull up on us, got them thangs
fifty drum, ain’t got to aim
ay, now i’m flexin’ in a range
still getting money girl i never ever changed
ay, free a.r off the range
boy i’m glizzy’d up, b-tch i’m shootin’ like i’m strange

[verse 2: french]
on my block i’m the guy
grab the machine, let’s go slide
moeski cruisin’ by my side
it’s gon’ be a homicide
shorty love the way i’m fly
catch me ot on my grind
got these niggas in their feelings
got these niggas tryna slide

[chorus: french]
on my block, i’m the face
want me dead, want me erased
fuck the feds, they on my case
and i can’t slip, it’s on my waist
i’m counting guap, i’m counting cake
couple bands, it’s in the safe
now these rappers feel a way
and all these b-tches feel a way

on my block, i’m the face
want me dead, want me erased
fuck the feds, they on my case
and i can’t slip, it’s on my waist
i’m counting guap, i’m counting cake
couple bands, it’s in the safe
now these rappers feel a way
and all these b-tches feel a way

[verse 3: french]
tryna travel to the states
tryna pull off in a wraith
tryna blow and hit the stage
them gucci shoes, my hoodie bape
the mali charm will take your bae
glizzy boppin’, streets insane
if you’re real then grab a plate
i fuck with real and not with fake
hug the l you can not take
half a milli in the safe
i link the plug and got a crate
lotta shooters in the place

[chorus: french]
on my block, i’m the face
want me dead, want me erased
fuck the feds, they on my case
and i can’t slip, it’s on my waist
i’m counting guap, i’m counting cake
couple bands, it’s in the safe
now these rappers feel a way
and all these b-tches feel a way