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french montana - reign in harlem lyrics

[intro: dame grease]
come on man
that pressure, boy
this that 09 pressure, right, french?
this is harlem
the c-ke boys
grease!

[verse 1: french montana]
you need a fix, homie, the goons goin get you right
when it come to bricks, you know i got the systom right
makin wrong turns, put you in the body bag
lotta nn-gg-s waitin for they turn, but it probly p-ss
catty all black, money can’t save you, when we put that 10 through your back
bad blood, only when the streets f-ck with you, you goin be layin flat in your bathtub
masked up
i ain’t the best lyricest, but that ain’t my thang
no, homie, that ain’t my lane
na, i do it for the hustlers, customs, n-gg-s in the crack house
cuttin up, feds all rushin ‘m
i did it all, didn’t do it all alone, not a damb thing changed
we bang till it’s over, homie, it’s so cold
my wrist so frozen
7 60 l i, sittin on chroam sh-t

[verse 2: dame grease]
now agree with me, when i’m rollin through your hood
with the ak in the back, they say greasey, what’s good?
and i never ever ever scream peace
still on the run from the motherf-ckin police
city with the bright lights, homie, i shine
caught the beef, n-gg-s drop a dime
now how many dimes can you drop, before them n-gg-s wanna k!ll you?
therefore i roll with the squad, the murder game’s not for you
n-gg-s gonna blead, like the blood from the issue
i deal with your issues, i’m always gonna get you
the n-gg- need a tissue, the homies gonna rince you
take the back door, come hit you with the missiles
shootin all them bullits, on the east coast ridin
this the black c-ke dealer
me and the million dollar scribin
d price go up, the feends they be wilden
d boy from harlem, the d boy from harlem

- french montana lyrics

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