The Race (Explicit)-French Montana
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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

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