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Montaga, M-m-murda Simon Swann, 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, thirty thousand on the cloth I ain't never tricked me, thirty thousand on the slot Popping bottles on the top Fellas, we be sitting right here some more I been running up a bag, now it's time to get some more Stepping out the water like I'm Bruce Lee, boy with the glow I can't fuck with Bigger Valley, he be chеating on the low Spend the weekеnd with your hoe, never beating on the low Baby when you get the creepin' you just keep it on the low We could travel to the ocean, I be leapin' out the boat Man when you see us in the streets, don't we think this 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 Got some niggas that'll show up to your place (To your place) Nigga just pop a tag, you should throw it in the bag Niggas fuckin' up with stomach in your face (Stomach in your face) Niggas who ain't even in the race (Head, Montana) She off that Don Julio, actin' Fulio Snipin' at the club, tryna see what's after Taste so good, make her wanna lick the wrapper Letras de cancionesSchool a hard knock, got it from the sauce Turnin' money up, turnin' bitches off Front cover, centerfold, tryna break us off She a full course meal, mami got the sauce Keep your heart'cause these hoes vicious We don't spoil you bitches to be loyal We spoil you loyal bitches Still be reppin' for my dawg Fuck the other side Only dead presidents make her come alive Mariko and my me screaming, ay papi I seen a lot of thangs but surely top three Coke way boys gotta dope 'em up Tell her keep her face down, get her motion up (Hey) Man when you see us in the streets, don't we think this 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 Got some niggas that'll show up to your place (To your place) Nigga just pop a tag, you should throw it in the bag Niggas fuckin' up with stomach in your face (Stomach in your face) Niggas who ain't even in the race From Letras Mania