Lyrics:
token, I be pokin'
Bad Bitch getting' so outspoken
French broad stealing, lady thrilling
I'm so hot I burn the building
You know I run through crews
I'll
if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by the moonlight,
Watch for me by the moonlight,
I'll come to thee by
they press me sharply
And harry me through the day
Then look for me by the moonlight
Watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight
the path to misery.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to you, O Israel!
Oh, come, our Dayspring from on high,
And cheer us by your drawing nigh,
just passing through
She bad, but her bag better match her attitude
That's a wrap, for this cat
Like Dr. Seuss
Excuse my French when I get tense
Verse 1
French Montana:
I see death around the corner
Tryna survive, gettin' high in the city where the skinny niggaz die
I see death around
Holdin' my daughter in the booth
Her momma out there somewhere in that Bentley tryin' to find a roof
Poof, I wave my wand and here comes Kendrick
Holdin' my daughter in the booth
Her momma out there somewhere in that Bentley tryin' to find a roof
Poof, I wave my wand and here comes Kendrick
Holdin' my daughter in the booth
Her momma out there somewhere in that Bentley tryin' to find a roof
Poof, I wave my wand and here comes Kendrick
doors just to score for the team
French was the plug when we scored on the lean
Cup dirty I just sell clean
Gotta get this shit by any means
We got
city ya know filfthy movin' weight
In case it get to state keep me in a G manner
All my homies roll like Tony Montana
Listen to the law, jappa jaw
that switch
Nigga, my life so lit right now, might pull a Hannah Montana 'round this bitch
I be tellin' them hoes my city I ain't with that baby mama
Dipping through the traffic , lowkey , in my 10 percents
Niggas squinting hard , they can't see the man behind the tint
Life is like sandwich , bread
No wedding shoes
Yeah, no wedding shoes
What the fuck a wife do? No wedding shoes
Who you? Who come through doing kung-fu
Jiujit'su, eating kung pow in
been cold, they hate the word forgiveness
So I close my eyes, b*tch, I ain't even gonna witness
N*ggas see how I come, so they c*ck block
By the way she
itching to write a brand new chapter (Whoa)
Give me pressure (Yea)
Coal to diamond I come through smasher (Whoa)
Gotta move faster (What)
Gotta move quicker
Downtown Super Bowl 38
In the clutch city ya know filfthy movin' weight
In case it get to state keep me in a G manner
All my homies roll like Tony Montana
wanna come up to my studio
I don't give a fuck. I know that she a groupie, hoe
YoungDumNumb
I'm a no one
Baby, come up to my spot
Imma show ya
I ain't got
and I am the Beast
Alexander and you be McQueen
French kissing Hannah like Montana (Ayeee)
Be careful or you go chop banana
Rotate, no time to perambulate
Jimmy Kimmel: My guest tonight is a
21-time Grammy award winning performer
Who last month threatened his very existence
By threatening one
fireball drop from di sky
(Shoot bwoy between di eyes)
Bullet inna combo, to bombo super-size
(Bullet bigga dan french fries)
Dem a send threat thru
I'm walking in Paris, my heart is alive
The city of romance and love by my side
My eyes drift through the crowd as I search for a sign
A man who can
c'est pareil en retour
See you do your thang when you hit the dance floor
Baila avec moi, señorita
Ain't no French Montana, but I'm lovin all your
of Mexico
Well, I seed Marse Jackson come a-walkin' down the street
And a-talkin' to a pirate by the name of Jean Lafitte;
He gave Jean a drink that he brung
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