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french montana - killaz theme lyrics

whispered in the air
said she got a thing for a n-gga on the low
i do my thing, but fresh, i’m not a hoe
got pills in the tank, chinx about to roll up
money in the bank, cash never fold up
when a white goes roll up
make the f-ck n-ggas throw up

uh, take you money, never bother me
but a l!ck to a murder from a robbery
graduated from the street, round back diploma
feds on the block, see death around the corner
hold it down like a bucket full of crabs
swag on kodak, you know i’m gonna flash
keep it to a hundred like the needle on my dash
two hoes on my eyes at looking through the n-ss
caught up with the trunk all in the hood
your b-tch call aside all on the wood
i’m lookin’ for ménage like lil kim
you know them c0keboy n-ggas goin’ in

ah, a n-gga drunk but i’m rollin’
still movin’ like a big ol’ pimp though
got your main lady all in that bizz oh
yea she threw it at you but i caught that info
fo sho man, i talk about the money all the time
n-gga, you’re funny, put your money on the line
see i’m sittin’ in that new one
try to f-ck a model n-gga, just ran through one
c0keboy’s got the city under siege, new itty on the bag
full act up, getting’ fifty of them straps
n-gga bring it where you stay at
do it to them n-ggas, drop a ball where you lay at
yea, my money took a boost, n-gga bossed up
the dope stepped on so i squashed up
get your b-lls cut, castrated, porsche 911 drag racin’
f-ck n-gga stagnate

- french montana lyrics

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