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FWMGAB (Remix) Lyrics – French Montana

(S-Stoop)

Coke Boys

Shit sound like the city, bad boy

Light your lighters, light your lighters

Yo French, you got another one, haha

Aah-ha

Up-Up-Uptown boys, nothin’ live-er (Let’s go)

Get the bag then I wiggle like Wilder (Let’s go)

All the lil’ things stop bi-bi-big things (Yeah)

My lil’ chain costs more than yo’ big chain (Let’s go, woo)

Fuck with me, get a bag (Woo)

F-Fu-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy, woo)

F-Fu-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy, woo)

F-Fu-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy)

Bitch, don’t block yo’ blessings (Woo)

B-B-Bitch, don’t block yo’ blessings

Fuck with me, I teach you how to get your bag up (Go run your shit up)

We havin’ shit so we don’t ever pick the tag up (We don’t do that)

Got shit in motion, diamonds freeze, put your hands up (Twelve)

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This a anthem, all my bag-chasers stand up (Let’s go)

Hotboxin’ in the coupe, this a fajita (Ha)

If I ain’t flyin’ private, then this Delta what’ll greet ’em

Walk ’em down in the club, put that heater to his Peter

I’m a certified speaker like the subs and the Tweeters (Assertive)

Niggas ain’t straight, bitches ain’t safe

Wockesha slow my pace, this a turtle race

Memphis on my back so my name hold weight

You might be gettin’ money but it’s at a low rate (Haan, ha)

Up-Up-Uptown boys, nothin’ live-er (Haan)

Get the bag then I wiggle like Wilder (Haan)

All the lil’ things stop bi-bi-big things (Ayy)

My lil’ chain costs more than yo’ big chain (Woo)

Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy)

Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy)

Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy)

Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag (Woo, ayy)

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Bitch, don’t block yo’ blessings (Woo)

B-B-Bitch, don’t block yo’ blessings

Diamonds disco-flashin’, drip toe-tagin’ (Tag)

Mink coat draggin’, block boy trappin’ (Trap)

Hot boy in action, don’t need caption

Rocks Dame Dash-in’ (Ayy), neck breakdancin’ (Woo)

Blue mist hookah, snipe game super (Super)

She don’t buss it open (Open), call back the Uber

I’m a dog, I’m a beast, gotta own, never lease

Niggas out, leave the freaks, my condolence to the streets

Killed ’em ten summers straight, can’t last, niggas frontin’

Throw up bricks at her ass, yeah, ones and hundreds (Haan)

Talkin’ drip game poppin’ and the wrist game rockin’ (Haan)

Trap money stop all the drug dealers robbin’ (Montana)

My name ring bells, Clase Azul (Montana)

It’s them Uptown boys, copy cool (Haan)

Up-Up-Uptown boys (Yeah, come on), nothin’ live-er (Haan)

Get the bag then I wiggle like Wilder (That’s right, haan)

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All the lil’ things stop bi-bi-big things (Ayy)

My lil’ chain costs more than yo’ big chain (Woo)

Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy)

Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy)

Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy)

Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag (Woo, ayy)

Bitch, don’t block yo’ blessings (Woo)

B-B-Bitch, don’t block yo’ blessings

Montana on the rise

You don’t want no problem with these guys (Ah)

Montana, you see it

Coke Boys, bad boys, motherfuckers, aye


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