Lyrics:
do the splits on my dicks
We go to Paris, not too scary,
Vous couchez dans ma crib
And in the crib is where I learn more
Got that bitch droppin' down
Noize we the talk about
Hell yeah we the talk about
Life's about choices gotta make em by yourself
When I need support ain't nobody gave me help
Did it
more gotta go, it’s all good nigga
I had left when you died
I was on my way home
On the phone with Montana
I’m screamin’ "Come back"
When we caught
(Dangerous)
Yeah
Yandel
French Montana
Through the land dolls on the their paws
In the Wraith roof with the stars
You ain't gotta ask what it cost
up, we gotta talk it up
Then spark it up, then fuck, split up
Get back, make up, then stack cake up
And I'll be waitin' for you while you do makeup
Hannah Montana told me, "life's what you make it"
So I thought, "what do I wanna make of life?"
I wanna get on stage, do the hip hop hooray
Plus
a nigga stop what I'm bringin', singin'
Soundin' all good
I'm going all around the hood, it's Max B
Chorus
Verse 2
French Montana:
Get high till we can't
If she ain't fuckin', she got to go (go) (yeah)
Tell her, "Don't waste my time"
Police want to stop me, search my clothes (clothes) (word)
Tell
(Just say a prayer for us, you ready ma?)
Oh father God we come to you right now
To bring Karim, a.K.A. French Montana, and Charlie a.K.A. Max B
Bring
us, you ready ma?
Oh Father God we come to you right
Now to bring Karim, AKA French Montana
And Charley AKA Max B bring
Them both to the altar, Lord God
Ayo, Trina! You ready?
Ayy, Nic'! Let's get 'em! Yeah
Light the blunt
This is for French Montana, Tory Lanez and friends
J. Harden, and you,
no love (no love)
Fuck a hand out run it up
Im coming for the top clown ya run is up
Everywhere we go the gun is tucked
Niggas kill ya whole fam u
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
pardon my French
I parted ways wit’ the past like a kid
That was raised by the pharaoh
Now must flee from crimes I’d commit
But I’ll backhoe I constructed
on my dog
We the truth by far
Young GOAT, way 'fore Earl Manigault in that park
Now it's prime only 'fore you hit that heart
I built a penthouse in
Everything you're hiding I know already
When we get slow, you go, I get it
Feeling all alone and I run with it
Now you got a home, got a home let me in
I
shit
Let's go, esco bars nigga, like Nas nigga
The flow is Rakim with the Birdman cars nigga
Hold on I gotta take Birdman's call nigga
Stunna, what
shit
Let's go, esco bars nigga, like Nas nigga
The flow is Rakim with the Birdman cars nigga
Hold on I gotta take Birdman's call nigga
Stunna, what
to you
An incredible gentleman
He goes by the name Elijah Blake
Let's go
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Thought you love me before
I'm glad to kill it some more
by date
You know that time
And tide will never wait
Cos when you gotta go you gotta go
It's a hard knock life I know
But when you gotta go you gotta
and the Glock go "Boom"
Even though we fly away, shawty gotta stay tuned
Round, round dyke (dyke), just beatin' dike (dike)
Walkin' out the court, know you
Quiet down (Montana) , pack loud
Niggas, French vanilla with the soda (Soda)
I got the toolie on me, so tell 'em show up
(Fuck the show up)
Got
won't die, this shit gon' end
Will I see tomorrow?
Pull on side me like I'm Biggie
Send 'em through the car door
Looked up to French Montana
Cause I
I gotta go pour up some juice
For my dawgs just went Federal
Police
We have a search warrant
Police
Police search warrant
Get on the ground
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