Front Door Back Door (feat. 448 Blitz) - Mb Montana

How does it feel To know that you can't go on anymore? Bound, farewell, I'm bound To leave you waiting by the front door Bound, farewell, I'm bound To leave you waiting by the front door Tell me what you will But I know just what I feel Bound, farewell, I'm bound To leave you waiting by the front door Bound, farewell, I'm bound To leave you waiting by the front door Take what's mine Love can be so unkind Bound, farewell, I'm bound To leave you waiting by the front door Bound, farewell, I'm bound To leave you waiting by the front door Bound, farewell, I'm

Crazy little momma come a knockin' Come a knockin' at my front door, door, door Crazy little momma come a knockin' Come a knockin' at my front door Crazy little momma come a knock, knock, knockin' Just like she did before I woke up this mornin' with a feelin' of despair Just lookin' for my baby but she wasn't there Heard someone knockin' and much to my surprise There stood my baby lookin' in my eyes Crazy little momma come a knock, knock, knockin' Just like she did before Yeah, if you got a little momma and wanna keep her neat Keep your little momma off my street Same thing will happen like it did before She come a knock, knock, knockin' at my door Crazy little momma come a knock, knock, knockin' Just like she did before Just like she did before Just like she did before I woke up this mornin' with a feelin' of despair Just lookin' for my baby but she wasn't there Heard someone knockin' and much to my surprise There stood my baby lookin' in my eyes Crazy little momma come a knock, knock, knockin' Just like she did before

Yeah Oh, yeah Everything, everything, everything gon' be alright, God Oh, yeah (Coke Boy, baby) Haan, yeah Graduated, but I'm aggravated From the half that made it, we was drinkin', faded Me and life and death is half-related (Half-related) Masturbatin' on a scale for a Hundred million, askin' God how we made it Watchin' John David Robinson, now my dawg robbin' son, half a David Freedom got confiscated We mob-related John Gotti, RICO, life like a free throw Yeah, school of gladiators Makin' Salaat on a fox rug, black gloves, hot slugs For these cold women Militant like the Middle East Go from ménages, six-nines to 6iine conspiracies Triple threat, trinity Triangle office, label execs get all the profit They hit your brain, mop it clean What type of fiends? Put the needle in your ass, keep they table green Multi-millionaire, strapped like O-Dog Can't teach new tricks to old dogs I told mama pray for me, baby, wave it for me Got a cage waitin' for me, that hate came for me Millions, I made from it, them chains waitin' for me The change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan New year, half a mil', my face on the bill (Bill), hit Cabo, chill Desperado with an AR like guitar ('Tar), Montana John Stockton (Stockton) If there's a movie out, play the Al Pacino part (Ah) Mama raise a star, and you been a mark Not even Cuban, smokin' Cuban cigars in Cuba (Hey) Lost Chinx, lost Max, lost Penthouse Drinkin', smokin', feel empty in this penthouse (Ah) Mansion's like a campus Ranches like rainbow smoke Forty-one shots like Diego Shout to Abel, I turn the weekends to the weekdays PJs to the PJs, the week like four nights and three days (Four nights) Yes, I Big like the kid from Bed-Stuy, just stop Stylist, I be dressin', the bitches, don't be stressin' Money with the best of them, C.R.E.A.M. like Meth and them I made it even in the game of odd Everybody kickin' game, tell the bitch the truth, she think you God Tell mama to pray for me, feds got a name for me, cell waitin' for me Mils I made from it, them chains waitin' for me Change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan La música de Harry Fraud It's nothing to take me higher

Do you ever think about leaving? Do you ever think about me and you? Running to the country where we got nothing to prove Where we can grow old with new friends Lay low on the weekends Running to the country where we got nothing to lose 'Cause I'm tired of the busy nights Fed up with the city lights No, I don't wanna spend my life in this place I just wanna run away to Montana Livin' at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I wanna see the sky from a dirt road I wanna feel the air cut through my coat 700 acres, so many new ways to see you And all the seeds of love that we sow I can see 'em grow as we grow I just wanna run away to Montana Living at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya (In Montana) Getting tired of the busy nights Getting tired of the city lights Yeah, I know I can't spend the rest of my life here I just wanna run away to Montana Living at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana Ooh In Montana Ooh (In Montana)