Closing Up Shop Lyrics By French Montana | Video Song

Artist/Band Name: French Montana

Album Name: Cocaine Christmas

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Lyrics To Closing Up Shop

Closing up shop and locking doors
Running up lost in someone
Silence so lightly you go dim
Bombs are going off inside your chest
If it feels like the end

Coke boy, Montana, we up in here
What they talkin about?
I’m Coke boy, Montana, we up in here
What they talkin about?
I’m Coke boy, Montana, we in this bitch
What they talkin about?
I’m Coke boy, Montana, we in this bitch
What they talkin about?
Bombs are going off inside your chest
It feels like the end

Custom made shoes but I don’t trust sew
They try and nail me to the cross
But I’m across the globe
I’m talkin twenty Ms
Or twenty in the pen
Winners never quite
Quitters never win
Coming out the bottle
You don’t know the half
I’m famous now my signature called the autograph
From the most hated
To the most loved
You see these red diamonds
Nigger that’s cold blood
Hugs turn to waste
Killers turn to dates
Niggers hate to love
Haters love to hate’
And Chi a lot
Please tell my story right
If I gotta die

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Coke boy, Montana, we up in here
What they talkin about?
I’m Coke boy, Montana, we up in here
What they talkin about?
I’m Coke boy, Montana, we in this bitch
What they talkin about?
I’m Coke boy, Montana, we in this bitch
What they talkin about?
Bombs are going off inside your chest
It feels like the end

See them diamonds flashin
Come and catch the photo
High off life but I’m sittin solo
Bitches fall out
Real niggers fall in
Sharks in them waters
Dare you stick your toes in
Tryin find God cause they gave me hell
Road paved in them hundreds
That’s a paper trail
Chin Chilla dime move
But the coupe loakin
Absorbed all this bullshit
And let the truth soak in
Self-made never punched a clock
Before I hug a pig
Imma hug the block
From the blocks where the
Young niggers hit they vein
To tourin out the country
Now we switchin planes
They try and kill my mind and my body
Coke boys new Illuminati

Coke boy, Montana, we up in here
What they talkin about?
I’m Coke boy, Montana, we up in here
What they talkin about?
I’m Coke boy, Montana, we in this bitch
What they talkin about?
I’m Coke boy, Montana, we in this bitch
What they talkin about?
Bombs are going off inside your chest
It feels like the end

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When it comes to stuntin’
I’m like money man meech
Brought my city with me
And we coming in the fleet
And now I’m gettin richer
They don’t want me in these streets
I’m thinkin fuck an album sell
We sold a hundred bricks this week
Thousand grams of crack
Take it to the table
Bag it all up
Take it to the label
And tell’em distrubute it
Im gettin’ cake ridiculous
Right like a frog jelling
Through the traffic ribbit
They tellin me to turn down
They said I need Ritalin
Ballin like I’m Jordan or assists
From Scottie Pippen’
In and out the flows
Crossing over like I’m dribblin
Runnin laps round the raps
I’m tire like Michelin
Started out with Tip and them
But that wasn’t it for him
Yellow gold Cuban
Diamonds blue like Michigan

Coke boy, Montana, we up in here
What they talkin about?
I’m Coke boy, Montana, we up in here
What they talkin about?
I’m Coke boy, Montana, we in this bitch
What they talkin about?
I’m Coke boy, Montana, we in this bitch
What they talkin about?
Bombs are going off inside your chest
It feels like the end

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