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Dirty Bronx Intro

de French Montana

Uh
I guess it's that time, huh?
Montana

I use you as a warning sign (uh)
But if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (nothing like it)
I use you as a focal point
So I don't lose sight of what I want (coke boys, south bronx)
And I move further than I thought I could (wave blues)
But I missed you more than I thought I would (it's the intro, haan)
I use you as a warning sign (mac & cheese 5, ah)
But if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (coke boy, baby, bye-bye-bye)
Get ready to rumble (han)

Woo
Bye-bye-bye
Ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy
Montana

Frontin' like they gave me somethin' when I had to take it
Fresh out the hov, christopher walken, back of the lincoln
What about the time wearin' the same clothes, stinkin'?
Hustlin' with a visa, could have got deported, what you was thinkin'?
Haan, man, I had to do it
My moms well fed, my pops blew it
Tried to swallow my pride, but couldn't chew it
I been through it, I couldn't speak English fluent
Now she french kissin' me, cribs, cars be the newest (what?)
Yeah, newest right? I 'member when you used to slide
Now you on your Hollywood bullshit, right
Man, I was tryna buy the block, that nipsey shit scare me
I lost chinx, lost max, but you don't hear me
You know I turned to [?], I sold a hunnid million records
Yeah, you sold a hundred million, but they all features
Never that, most of my plaques, I'm the feature
Niggas barely go gold, I had to dominate
I'm the most streamed artist out my whole continent (cap)
Whatever, dawg, you too light-skinned to be African
You from the south bronx, stop colin kaep'in it
What was your last hit, dawg? You straight ass (for real though)
Mob strick, mine really started with straight cash
And that was '08, every summer, different hit
Nigga, stop, max put you on, you make me sick
Wait, never, me and fraud had New York minute
Mister cocaine city, street hits, I have plenty
But yeah, you right, New York never play my record
I went down south, [?] chop it down, made 'em respect it
Chinx is way better than you
Yeah, he was better than me, he was my prodigy
Dawg, he was supposed to me
And how you pullin' all these Hollywood hoes? I know you trickin', right
I'm the dirty bronx nigga, get it right

[?] French Montana has been named the most streamed African-born artist
We in the two percentile when it come to writers
Ain't create, mm, it's called the two percentile
Can't say I done that, but many artists, french Montana, he one of those motherfuckers
No, you ain't the hottest rapper from New York, [?]
Chinx, to me, was always a marketing genius

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