Lyrics:
New England
Call up Dorris Burke I'm tryna fuck
Fuck Carti he ain't drop nothing
Fuck Youngboy always dropping something
Fuck French Montana for nothing
gotta get by
This or corporate - gonna get fly
Lemme enjoy life - never wanna get high
Bro bro and I - like Bender and Fry
I ain't been to Dublin
Irony
french, and made from flan, and she tastes like one too)
Time went by arguments ensued
Both being rude, talking junk food
Hard-headed and didn't budge
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
Rauchen
Und wir gehen zu Footlocker klauen
Weil wir Snapbacks und Turnschuhe brauchen
Wir woll'n fresh sein so wie diese Rapstars
So wie French Montana oder
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
CleverOne
Are you ganja planter
Or a ganja farmer
Cuz life no fair like French Montana
Them man look me less
Until I get my Prada
Gat my mama looking
Excuse my French but s'il vous plaît
I need to know that come what may
You'll be by side day after day
Excuse my French but please
Excuse my French
Nawf side
Blue bandanna Tony Montana Imma need a Scanner I kno life a gamble
Dirty than Diana I don’t have the answers fucc a white tee imma rock
oh)
(Eh oh, eh oh)
The world don't stop
Keep my guns pop guy
In my hood we get beat up by the cops
C'est la vie
The blocks too hot
We tryna
Charlie (Aye, ha)
Talking French vanilla by the case, hey (ha)
Word to this bust down, I don't trust her face (ha)
Talking bonjour with the rendezvous,
Hannah Montana
Real French shit on my fwet du bwee
It's the 3 musketeers
No guest emcee
My Alexandre Dumas when I'm rhyming too raw
Rest in peace Ol'
Montana, but men around the world come to call
They bring their hair-trigger pistols, but she ain't got a trigger at all
Love, love, love
I know it when I
painted by the God you see
Large physique
Hard shackles couldn't bar the beast
Follow me as we proceed to
Give you what you need
That real life, no movie
crazy, man!
I'm sitting up one day
Going through Instagram
And I've seen the same
Bitch that's following me
And my man French Montana video
Then I see
Lè-lève le doigt en l'air, yeah (ouh-ouh)
Prosternez-vous, les rois au rendez-vous
Caillra for life, celle-là, c'est pour vous
French connection, La
does arms movements
A different lover is not a sin
Believe capital H-IM! Hey, hey hey
I love my life, I love this record and
Mes petit's monstres, levez
(Kazza)
(I love you KXVI)
I remember the days I was out with the cats
Weren't born for that trap but I done that
French
I remember the days
everytime
Like beats by Kato
Uhhh
This the Life Of Layno
Filipino Van Gogh on X Games Mode
Beret got French vibes
Straight from South Korea
I keep winnin
the A with Waka Flocka
French Montana, got that blocka blocka
20 all out on that talk-a-Flocka
Flag on the right that's soowoo bitch
I don't give a fuck about
time, that nigga Ye was like
"Dre, I'm just tryin' to make them Ms off it" (Ms)
Later that night, I hit the stu' with Nip' and Wiz
French Montana too,
Lè-lève le doigt en l'air, yeah (ouh-ouh)
Prosternez-vous, les rois au rendez-vous
Caillra for life, celle-là, c'est pour vous
French connection, La
Yeah you know
I'm feeling myself right now, it's a new year
We about to do this, let's go
I feel like the king of my city, Tony Montana
Whole lotta
ready, no matter the price
Playing with mine,
You niggas could get it including your wife
Isn't life a motherfucker?
Since seventeen that pistol's been my
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