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The Race
French Montana, Max B & Murda Beatz
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Montega, let's go (M-M-M-Murda)
Uh
Solemnly sworn, tell me, what's the type of shit these niggas really on?
I turn the city up, you turn the bitches off
Milli' worth the jewels, 30 thousand on the cloth
I ain't never tricked, leave 30 thousand on the slot
Poppin' bottles on the tour, fellas, we be sittin' right, here's some more
I been runnin' up a bag, now it's time to get some more
Steppin' out the water like I'm Bruce Lee, boy, with the glow
I can't fuck with Bigger Valley, he be cheatin' on the low
Spend the weekend with your ho, never beatin' on her, no
Baby, when you get the creepin', you just keep it on the low
We could travel to the ocean, I'll be leapin' out the boat
Man, when you see us in the streets, don't be thinkin' shit is sweet
I got the steppers, they be all over the states (all over the states)
Nigga, fresh about the time, I don't care where you're at
I got some niggas that'll show up to your place
You were just poppin' tags, you should throw it in the bag
Niggas fuckin' up your stomach and your face (stomach and your face)
Ay, niggas who ain't even in the race (haan, Montana)
She off that Don Julio, actin' foolio
Snipin' at the club, tryna see what's after
Taste so good, nigga, wanna lick the wrapper (ah)
School a hard knock (knock), got it from the sauce (sauce)
Turnin' money up (up), turnin' bitches off (off)
Front cover, centerfold, tryna break us off (off)
She a full course meal, mami got the sauce (sauce)
Keep your heart 'cause these hos vicious (vicious)
We don't spoil bitches to be loyal, we spoil loyal bitches (whoo)
Still be reppin' for my dawg, fuck the other side (side)
Only dead presidents make her come alive (alive)
Boricua mami screamin', "Ay, papi" ('pi)
I seen a lotta things but surely top three (three)
Coke wave boys (boy), gotta dope 'em up (uh)
Tell her keep her face down, get her motion up (haan)
Man, when you see us in the streets, don't be thinkin' shit is sweet
I got the steppers, they be all over the states (all over the states)
Nigga, fresh about the time, I don't care where you're at
I got some niggas that'll show up to your place
You were just poppin' tags, you should throw it in the bag
Niggas fuckin' up your stomach and your face (stomach and your face)
Ay, niggas who ain't even in the race
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