Lyrics:
You got a two-day trial before I take back my time and make you pay
Thirty-day trial before I make my mind that it's a waste (yeah)
Trials
before I was Beaman in my hood
Way before the streets and the litness
Lord be my witness when I admit this
I remember it so vivid French kid couldn't speak
I can't trust no more (Rozay)
Damn French, I'm so paranoid! (French, huh)
Huh, I got this my nigga
I make big money, I drive big cars (huh, I got
I get so excited (excited)
All your friends invited (invited)
So bring 'em to Delilah, yeah
Put em through the trials, yuh
Up, up for awhile now
I'm
greased lightning you're coasting through the heat lap trial
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for greased lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go,
you're coasting through the heat lap trial
(Grease lighting, go grease lightning)
You are supreme the chicks, will scream for grease lightning
Go, go, go,
Go, greased lightnin', you're costin' through the heat lap trial
Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin'
You are supreme, the chicks all scream for
on trial boy
You get the full me no trial boy
I want big bucks Ohio boy
Waka Flocka I'm a wild boy yeah
Let's make it about we we
On some French shit
I don't
Been A While Lyrics
It’s been a while
Give me that pussy bae I’ll break it down
If I kill that shit won’t go to trial
When I slip it in you make them
go greased lightnin')
Bryan: Go greased lightnin', you're cruisin' through the heat-lab
Trial
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
Nicky: You
I gotta go trial, i'll just go trial
At least I know a nigga out there holdin' it down
You know what I'm sayin
We was a part of something together my
coasting through the heat lap trial
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Purple french tail
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
and knivers
Bringin it the livest, and leavin no survivors
Tray Deee-
I still wear the same pair of khakis least three days
Nappy ass french braids and it
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
the quarter mile
Greased Lightnin' Go Greased Lightnin'
Go Greased Lightnin'
Your coasting through the heat lap trial
Greased Lightnin' Go Greased Lightnin'
You
fuck bitches by the group I get money by the pound
French Montana on these niggas ch-ch-ch-ch-chop 'em down
Every time I'm in the club these niggas is
boss
Never worry 'bout friendship 'cause they all switch once you get rich
Now a nigga in Paris with this French bitch, she wanna French kiss
Always
all ten
Flock & French, fuck up our plan when they took that chance
Speaking on French, I was mad as fuck when you fucked up them grams
Could've came
fuck bitches by the group I get money by the pound
French Montana on these niggas ch-ch-ch-ch-chop 'em down
Every time I'm in the club these niggas is
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
people hittin' my phone
That's why I been distant, missing calls with my back against the wall
I done been through all the trials and all the feelings
I
they ever taught was French revolution from different sources
We need to correct
Errors that are deeply attached
To Western culture - original art
niggas win
My nigga lost his trial, asked God why he ain't win
I'm sliding in a Phan-Phan with a FN
AC popping, windows crossed up behind tint
My eyes
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