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[Verse 1]
Storm rolled in to our surprise
It doesn’t rain under the tall trees
You were my lover, you were my tree
You would always protect me
It’s easier to take a heart than to let your own by taken
I love that little smile you keep in the corner of your mouth

[Chorus 1]
And is it hard to see me go?
Doing things the wrong way
If you’re here, when I fall
I know that I won’t fall a long way
A long way

[Verse 2]
We were talking on the phone
I stepped out into the hallway
My face was frozen on the screen
And you started laughing
Put a comb through your hair
And a clean shirt on
There’s people coming ’round here soon
Everyone, act normal

[Chorus 2]
Big trees fall all the time
They crack and sound like lightning
Leave a big space in your sky when they fall
When they fall a long way
A long way

[Outro]
Pick me up
Fill my cup now
Take me down, down to where we start
Let’s go too far now
All tangled up
Take me down, down to where we start
Down to where we start
Where we start

[Intro: Blac Youngsta, French Montana]
Right there, right there
Look at that bitch
Right there, right there
Montana
Blac Youngsta
Ah
Right there, right there (ah)
Right there, right there, right there (ah)
Ah
Right there
Right there, right there, right there

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
Right there
Here, right there
Right there (yah)
See my money
Right there (yah)
I gonna leave you
Right there (that)
This is my bitch
Right there (yah)
I can’t hear
Right there (yah)
She’s the shit
Right there (yah)
Yeah, yeah
Right there (ah)

[Verse 1: Blac Youngsta]
Only when they look bitch, I’m just like I’m [?] her (no)
I’m just coming, piece of shit, when they fucks him fighter (so)
Even thought I’m stupid rich, I don’t buy her nothing (oh)
Ain’t argue over no bitch, I ain’t wasting my breath (cob)
My breath (cob)
My breath (cob)
I got lot for a lil’ bitch, but you know I don’t cough (cough)
I’ve been talking a lot of shit, but you know I back up (oh)
I can list ’bout what they think, ’cause I know I’m racked up
Racked up (yah)
Racked up (ah)
I’m a put[?], fuck you bitch, every time you leg up (go)
I’m go lethal, suck my dick, every time you [?] (tho)
You know you gone still kill the bitch ’cause you nasta’ (gross)

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta, French Montana]
Right there
Here, right there
Right there (yah)
See my money
Right there (yah)
I gonna leave you
Right there (that)
This is my bitch
Right there (yah)
I can’t hear
Right there (yah)
She’s the shit
Right there (yah)
Yeah, yeah
Right there (ah)
Monta-Montana

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Right there, put your cheek on the jet
These you work, right there (right there)
You might hear, right there (right there)
Ten lil’ check, fresh vanilla check
Shot [?] check, I can quick right there (right there)
Phone the black, right there (right there)
Get in her, right there (right there)
But phone the black, right there (right there)
Shot me in her (right)
There, right there, right there, right there, hold the phone
Yo’ tray [?] with the hoodie on (-odie on)
Now you’re done with the [?] on (wuh)

[Bridge: French Montana]
Right there, right there (there)
Look at that bitch right there (right there)
Right there, right there (right there)
Look at that bitch right there (right there)
Any can believe, I keep on right there (right there)
My lick is there on tho’
They leave you right there

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
Right there
Here, right there
Right there (yah)
See my money
Right there (yah)
I gonna leave you
Right there (that)
This is my bitch
Right there (yah)
I can’t hear
Right there (yah)
She’s the shit
Right there (yah)
Yeah, yeah
Right there (ah)

[Verse 1]
I got niggas in the cell block
They’ll put you in a head lock
I told momma go and get me a lawyer
They ain’t even gone let me bail out
A lot of niggas go to jail they don’t keep it solid they just tell now
The average black kid went to school
Didn’t have a father so he failed out
I’m the realest nigga since ‘Pac
You ask Epic, I ain’t sell out
If the laws pull me over ridin around dirty nigga I’m a bail out
On my side they spot, yea, I can’t wait til they lay it out
When I jumped up out that car, them niggas damn near fell out
I don’t shoot niggas from far, yea, I shoot nothing but headshots
Have you ever went to jail for a murder?
I beat two of them bitches before
Baby I love ya, I ain’t mean to hurt ya
I ain’t gone do that shit no more
If you start speaking on my name, I ain’t gone shoot at you no more

[Chorus]
Heard you want me dead, nigga drop a bag
If you gettin money, I can fuck with that
It ain’t shoppin’ bitch, if you ain’t poppin tags
If you gang banging, don’t you drop yo flag
Heard you want me dead, nigga drop a bag
If you gettin money, I can fuck with that
It ain’t shoppin’ bitch, if you ain’t poppin tags
If you gang banging, don’t you drop yo flag

[Verse 2]
I was lackin’ in school, but grandmama stayed on me
I’m gone pop a toast for every nigga ever hated on me
I take care of you baby, only if you wait on me
And if you ever cross me out, then I’m straight on ya
[?] was hard coming up, yea, I was staving coming up, yea
Every night I stayed up, yea
Hustle, trying to get bucks, yea
You don’t want to know the shit I did for money
What you wanna know that I came from nothing
I can’t even tell you about the robberies, about the shit I took from [?]
You don’t want to know what I threw at Onyx
You don’t want to know what I was sellin’ at Sonic
I can’t even tell you about the bustas
You don’t wanna know why them niggas was running
Scared, hundred on his head, this how I play it
When I run up on you, what’s that shit you said?

[Chorus]
Heard you want me dead, nigga drop a bag
If you gettin money, I can fuck with that
It ain’t shoppin’ bitch, if you ain’t poppin tags
If you gang banging, don’t you drop yo flag
Heard you want me dead, nigga drop a bag
If you gettin money, I can fuck with that
It ain’t shoppin’ bitch, if you ain’t poppin tags
If you gang banging, don’t you drop yo flag

[Chorus]
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Pistol to his mouth, pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth, we gon’ stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Pistol to his mouth, pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth, we gon’ stomp that nigga out (we gon’ stomp that nigga out)

[Verse]
Pull up to the party off a molly (off a what?)
Pull up to the party in a ‘Rari (skrt!)
Heard it’s niggas in there actin’ rowdy (actin’ rowdy)
So I’m ’bouta go do somethin’ about it (somethin’ about it)
I’ma pull up with the 30 stick, with the coolin’ kit
Stephen Curry, how I’m shootin’ shit, I can’t fuckin’ miss
I’m off a perc movin’ ridiculous, I think I’m seein’ shit
Off half a piece, swervin’ in the fuckin’ Benz
Countin’ up Benjamins (what!? what!?)

[Refrain]
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)

[Chorus]
Stomp that nigga out (out!), stomp that nigga out (out!)
Stomp that nigga out (out!), stomp that nigga out (out!)
Pistol to his mouth, pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth, we gon’ stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Pistol to his mouth, pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth, we gon’ stomp that nigga out (we gon’ stomp that nigga out)

[Refrain]
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)

[Outro]
What!? (yah, yah)
What!? (yah, yah)
What!? (yah, yah)
What!?

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (oh na na na)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (ahhhhh)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Havana, ooh na na)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (na na)

Havana, ooh na-na (ooh oh oh)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ooh oh oh)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ooh oh oh)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners
Havana, ooh na-na

He didn’t walk up with that “how you doin’?”
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with
(Oh but I can’t without you)
I knew him forever in a minute
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him
He got me feelin’ like

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
And then I had to tell him
I had to go
Oh na-na-na-na-na

Havana, ooh na-na (ooh oh oh)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ooh oh oh)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ooh oh oh)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana
Havana, ooh na-na

Jeffery, just graduated, fresh on campus, oh-oh-oh
He’s fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, yeah
Bump on her bumper, bump on her bumper
Like a traffic jam
I was quick to pay that girl like, like Uncle Sam

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
And then I had to tell him
I had to go
Oh na-na-na-na-na

Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (whoa)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana
Havana, ooh na-na

[Break]

Havana, ooh na-na