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french montana - eastside westside lyrics

[chorus: french montana]
fire them gunshots, cocaine [?]
b+tches be calling, said i don’t want you b+tch
streets didn’t want [?]
that’s my n+gga hussle, montana [?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
tryna be [?] hood [?]
[?] snitches [?]

[verse 1: french montana]
all i know is k!llers and brick dealers
all my n+ggas break didgets down in 6 minutes
i’m sick with it
my heart colder than 6 fridges
[?]
i’m in the club, 2 bottles, 6 b+tches
[?] dice game [?]
snitches try to ride the wave, but they don’t sound like
[?] tryna chill on
couple pills, couple b+tches on the pill, f+ck a deal
all the young n+ggas been straight
[?]
2 chains [?]
got me high as a kite, i can’t sit straight
n+ggas album ain’t f+cking with the mixtape
[chorus: french montana]
fire them gunshots, cocaine [?]
b+tches be calling, said i don’t want you b+tch
streets didn’t want [?]
that’s my n+gga hussle, montana [?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
tryna be [?] hood [?]
[?] snitches [?]

[verse 2 ?]
these n+ggas tryna cheat, check me
southside [?] y’all respect me
i did it on the block, [?]
i did it ot, [?] ap
years i was gone, now i’m back to get mine
i love my hood, left home on the grind
how could i shine? if i ain’t give it up for my block [?]
them n+ggas on [?] pumpin them rocks
always slumped in the drop
they ain’t know who i was
they heard through the indestry that i’m about [?]
my circle is tight
my verbals is clear
[?]
my daughter need jordans, my whip need ryms
my wife need gucci, my son need tims
[?] needs [?], [?]
[?] love them
[chorus: french montana]
fire them gunshots, cocaine [?]
b+tches be calling, said i don’t want you b+tch
streets didn’t want [?]
that’s my n+gga hussle, montana [?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
tryna be [?] hood [?]
[?] snitches [?]

[verse 3: nipsey hussle]
first off, i’m a motherf+cking [?]
i’m a k!ller from the set, yello tape, gunsmoke
2 brades out the back of my [?]
[?] banging, selling crack out my catolac
i’m a mac, but nothing like [?] though
f+ck with the [?] they be like [?]
30’s to the hundreds, the homies gon function
got [?] turnt up, kush weed burned up
neighborhood n+gga, and i be quick to throw the terf up
f+ck with these n+ggas, get your whole clique murked
and that’s for the record
check it and respect it, make your b+tch strip naked
hussle!

- french montana lyrics

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