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french montana – megadeath lyrics

ft. remy ma, swizz beatz, & jadakiss

(intro)
f-ck the master, f-ck the master
f-ck the master, f-ck the master
f-ck the master, f-ck the master
f-ck the master, f-ck the master
so, aye yo frank, one two one two

(hook)
i’m about my sh-t, i’m about my clique
i’m about my sh-t, i’m about my clique
no hatin’ -ss n-gg-s gonna take my sh-t
no hatin’ -ss n-gg-s gonna take my sh-t
i’m about my sh-t, i’m about my clique
i’m about my sh-t, i’m about my clique
no hatin’ -ss b-tches gonna take my sh-t
no hatin’ -ss b-tches gonna take my sh-t

(verse: french montana)
ladies and gentlemen
grind through new york with no m-th-f-ckin’ tents to get
hip-hop police still got ’em on the list again
didn’t make his goal, black hoodies and a tentacle
if the homie miss you oince, he ain’t gonna miss again
all yellor diamonds on the link like michigan
all money, hit the clubs, hit by and criss again
play it like a boss, paid in full like the original
broke, got rich, got broke, got rich again
how are we the hottest, duckin’ to blow apollo
duckin’ out, we ain’t no product, licks, we see no prolem
twick call pennies and i turn ’em to a dollar
told frank i was loyal, he called me montana

(verse: remy ma)
yeah, copy, ny, state brush, been fly
fully automatic while these otha b-tches semi
they pop like soda while i pop like gyl out
b-tches got fake truth, when the f-ck they gon’ realize?
i’m the only single one that do the same old thing
i cop and clone you, you boost verizon
sproot mobile phoney, you not my friend my kin
my b-tch, my homie, no, you know, you low, you sh-t
2000 in the morn’, b-tch, i’ll blow you quick
see action, i’ll practically invade you b-tches
i got a wallet in my pocket, i should pay you b-tches

(verse: jadakiss?!)
soon as i jump out my whip
n-gg-s start askin’ questions about my fit
if it ain’t about no paper, not bout sh-t
rough the phone, stingy mah, had to shout my b-tch
neva catch me in the trap house without my bricks
neva catch me in the gun fight without my sticks
leave a couple of yo dawgs killed without my ?
vibe heartbeat, yeah, n-gg-, nights like this
with some bad honeys around, types i twist
them some extra money around, the nights i miss
might blow a lil sour, but i lights my piff
if you a hater, have a party and invite my d-ck

- french montana lyrics

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