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French Montana – Mopstick Lyrics

 


Mopstick Lyrics – French Montana

Sliding with that mopstick, like a janitor

Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager

Why that nigga ain’t off yet? He ain’t moving fast enough

Fuckin’ with [?] raw, bitch, she an animal

Riding round with two sticks (Bow, bow, bow, bow) like a chopstick

Youngens making keys flip, like a locksmith

Got a curvy and she tripping, (Agh) that bitch toxic

When we catch them boys slipping, (Hey) probably shove the box

Play with [?], hold and flash this shit up, like a camera

That phone ring, I’m bagging shit up but I ain’t trapping ’em

You been at they throat, lil dawg, I ain’t mad at ya

This ain’t what you want, lil dawg, this shit bad (Woo)


Fresh out the coma, already grinning, like he ain’t having it

Fresh out of prison, already winning, I ain’t catching it

Them fuckboys green, drying in hotels so

Call me [?] well, game in the choke (Agh)

When you broke and trapping, that ain’t easy

Better have a pastor, mask up like Yeezy (Woo)

Megan Fox, came with the machine (A-bow, bow, bow)

Call me Mr. Nice Watch, more jewels than Ice Box (Bling)

Rest in peace to Michael K, I retired from serving (Agh)

That’s one thing for sure, fresh out the box

Already whipping, tryna sell dope fresh out the mosque

Already sipping, yeah, a lost hope


Sliding with that mopstick, like a janitor

Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager

Why that nigga ain’t off yet? He ain’t moving fast enough

Fuckin’ with [?] raw, bitch, she an animal

Riding round with two sticks (Bow, bow, bow, bow) like a chopstick

Youngens making keys flip, like a locksmith

Got a curvy and she tripping, (Agh) that bitch toxic

When we catch them boys slipping, (Hey) probably shove the box

Play with [?], hold and flash this shit up, like a camera

That phone ring, I’m bagging shit up but I ain’t trapping ’em

You been at they throat, lil dawg, I ain’t mad at ya

This ain’t what you want, lil dawg, this shit bad


Fresh out the box, streets on lock, that money flowing

Fuckin’ with this lil bitch out of Boynton and she going

I be going hard with no rest, and I ain’t trying too

I be in a fuck nigga chest, like the swine flu

My jaw lock, and chew on my [?]

I swallow four diamonds, forget it

I ain’t speaking on business, you got your whole round

Bail posted by the Chinese store

They think my head going chopstick

Fresh out the box, don’t get egg rolled

We the type of niggas go missing, they think it’s cute

Catch that nigga with dissing, flip his purse, [?] in two

Yeah, glizzy on me, glue

Hanging, hitting out the coupe

I been fucking with Denzel soup

Slurp the dick up like it’s soup

Fresh out of prison, already winning, I’m at my own pace

Mine has got the best of me, I hit her with the stone face

Pretty bitch, long lace, fat ass but no waist

Creep up with the streets [?] like nigga, I’ll light up the whole place


Sliding with that mopstick, like a janitor

Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager

Why that nigga ain’t off yet? He ain’t moving fast enough

Fuckin’ with [?] raw, bitch, she an animal

Riding round with two sticks (Bow, bow, bow, bow) like a chopstick

Youngens making keys flip, like a locksmith

Got a curvy and she tripping, (Agh) that bitch toxic

When we catch them boys slipping, (Hey) probably shove the box

Play with [?], hold and flash this shit up, like a camera

That phone ring, I’m bagging shit up but I ain’t trapping ’em

You been at they throat, lil dawg, I ain’t mad at ya

This ain’t what you want, lil dawg, this shit bad

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