
时间:2026-01-09
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The Race (Explicit) - French Montana/Max B/Murda Beatz
Composed by:Karim Kharbouch/Charles Wingate
Produced by:Murda Beatz/Juko
Montega let's go
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 thirty thousand on the cloth
I ain't never tricked leave thirty thousand on the slot
Poppin' bottles on the tour
Fellas we be sitting right here's some more
I been running 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
Ayy niggas who ain't even in the race
Ha 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 hoes vicious
Vicious
We don't spoil bitches to be loyal we spoil loyal bitches
Woo
Still be reppin' for my dog fuck the other side
Side
Only dead presidents make her come alive
Alive
Boricua mami screamin'"Ay papi"
'Pi
I seen a lot of things but surely top three
Three
Coke wave boys Boy gotta dope 'em up
Up
Tell her keep her face down get her motion up
Ha
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
Ayy niggas who ain't even in the race