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Excuse My French

- French Montana

Genre: Rap / Hip Hop |  Nombre de chansons: 13 |  Nombre d'écoute: 23066 |  Le temps de téléchargement:0

"Excuse My French" là album mới nhất của rapper người Mỹ - French Montana. Album phát hành ngày 20/5/2013 qua Universal. Album đã bán được 94.000 bản vào tháng 6/2013. Thể loại: Rap, Hip hop.

 

 

 

 

 


 

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PAROLES CHANSON

[Hook x2: Kanye West sample]
It’s what ya all been waitin for,
It’s what ya all been waitin for,
It’s what ya all been waitin for, ain’t it?
What people payin paper for?

[Hook x2: French Montana]
Murder, cold blooded murder,
Cold blooded murder,
My money on the line,
Murder was the case that they gave me,

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Getting shot up, then he got up,
Came back then he lit the spot up,
Homie hit the chart up
Moroccan boy, you sloppy boy,
3 chains on, I be Rocky boy,
Packs out the lobby boy,
Nigga you can read on, each dream on,
French, got my feet on,
With money I can lean on,
Canary chain cold but still keep the heat on,
Your bitch with the raccoon vest, Peter Pete on
Catch me at the game, hard wood where my feet on,
Lookin for an actress on my wood I could skeet on,
Mansion on the other hand, live from the mother land,
2 straps on, east side where you rumbling,

[Hook x2: French Montana]
Murder, cold blooded murder,
Cold blooded murder,
My money on the line,
Murder was the case that they gave me,

[Hook x2: Kanye West sample]
It’s what ya all been waitin for,
It’s what ya all been waitin for,
It’s what ya all been waitin for, ain’t it?
What people payin paper for?

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Alfred Hitchcock, two [?] fist fight
Caught a nigga slippin for his chain and his wrist watch,
Murder was the case that they gave me,
I can’t believe my boo bout to have my baby,
Uh, you out of luck, mercedes truck,
Pull up, distance, shoot better [?],
Ducking from the knocks, Elz near Crotona park,
Out of control, now a nigga go control him up,
Shoot outs and move out, ask to break last,
9th floor seats, talkin to the bench players,
Tell the mic baby, it’s my city,
Lead the game, hit green house, me and Diddy,

[Hook x4: French Montana]
Murder, cold blooded murder,
Cold blooded murder,
My money on the line,
Murder was the case that they gave me,

[Hook: Kanye West sample]
It’s what ya all been waitin for,
It’s what ya all been waitin for,
It’s what ya all been waitin for, ain’t it?
What people payin paper for?

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PAROLES CHANSON

[Intro:]
You know my sneakers foreign
Cooking out
Nigga, what you poppin boy?
Cookin out
Yea

[Hook:]
They talkin bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin bout me in the trap house, you heard
They talkin bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin bout me in the trap house
What the business is? Stay up out of mine
What the business is? Stay up out of mine
They talkin bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin bout me in the trap house

Trap house, hah
Trap house, hah

[Verse 1:]
Niggas mad and I went and got my Visa
30 on my wrist, had to roll my sleever
Damn right we rocket, damn right we cop it
Fly cars, we whip it,
The fuck boys be plottin
Purple jelly ratchets, change couple advances
Your wrist, your watch great,
Nigga wild like Kansas
Right side, turned wheel
Talk kush, we burn fields
Swear I seen the devil on my first meal
Had to kill the watch nigga, turn server
I'm talkin 9000 watts, nigga you ain't heard

[Hook:]
They talkin bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin bout me in the trap house, you heard
They talkin bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin bout me in the trap house
What the business is? Stay up out of mine
What the business is? Stay up out of mine
They talkin bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin bout me in the trap house

[Verse 2:]
You know my wardrobe foreign, nigga
You know my watch foreign nigga
I'm talkin money, some say I speak foreign hah
Whip foreign, watch foreign, bitch foreign huh
Told her to dance and that bitch kept going
Kick kick kick kick, just throw it
I'm a boss, motherfucker
Pull up to the club just to flow motherfucker, own a sub motherfucker
Rich motherfucker, all the whips foreign
Took yo bitch motherfucker, suck a dick motherfucker
I'm the shit motherfucker, turn to get up off the turn up
This is it motherfucker, 36 motherfucker
You a bitch motherfucker, all your bitches lame
Hit a lick motherfucker, kick a brick motherfucker

[Hook:]
They talkin bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin bout me in the trap house, you heard
They talkin bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin bout me in the trap house
What the business is? Stay up out of mine
What the business is? Stay up out of mine
They talkin bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin bout me in the trap house

[Verse 3:]
Hunned bricks nigga like a hunned chips
Hunned whips nigga, another hunned clips
Overseas nigga on some hunned shit
Flip 100 things, moving on 100 whips
All the mears counts, big pop fields
Up top nigga, doing big deals
Big chips nigga, knowing how to kill
On the feel nigga, do this shit he do it real
Another flip nigga, stash the cash
We do this but nothing but some money on me
Another blast nigga, pussy!
Curve, swerve, he pulled in with the choppa on em
1100, flip 1100
Coke boys in this bitch, move 1100
Got them whole things on the sand
Uptown, filthy rich, Rich Gang

[Hook:]
They talkin bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin bout me in the trap house, you heard
They talkin bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin bout me in the trap house
What the business is? Stay up out of mine
What the business is? Stay up out of mine
They talkin bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin bout me in the trap house

[Outro:]
The hardest part of a business is minding your own
You walk in the room, all the whispering stop
But you know
Noisy people get in the face
The real niggas get money
Ya feel me?
You askin bout a nigga trap house
A block
Aye wuddup?
Rose
They talkin bout us in the trap house

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PAROLES CHANSON

[Hook:]
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Brown bag with that work, strapped up with that Nina (got to)
Bad bitches with me, molly and Aquifina
Money don't mean nothing, niggas don't feel you when they see you
My whole 'hood love me, but now a nigga wanna touch me
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

[Verse 1:]
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Ridin' 'round through East Tremont
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Ridin' 'round with that Nina
Ridin' 'round with that AK, that HK, that SK
That beam on the scope
Window down, blowin' smoke
Niggas frontin be broke
Try shit 'round me, gon' get smoked
That gun automatic, my car automatic
Ain't worried 'bout nothin'

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Money don't mean nothin' (nada), bitches don't mean nothin' (nada)
Come here with your hand out, nigga I don't owe you nothin' (nana)
I'm ridin' round with that work, Max lost trial I'm hurt
I'll ride through Mott Haven, I'll ride through Castle Hill
You know that Coupe half a million, fuck how niggas feel
Cause I ain't really worried 'bout nothin', my niggas ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Ain't worried 'bout nothin'

[Hook]

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PAROLES CHANSON

Yeah, it's crazy cuz, man like...
I saw one of the guys shootin' on the corner
Damn nigga, this nigga really shootin' on the corner
All the little kids... everybody runnin'
He shot the whole van up, I'm like 'damn... what we do?'

I been so paranoid
I hear these niggas tryna fuck with me
For real, shit, I know I got enemies
I can't let them niggas into me
I ain't scared to die, nigga
I'll take your life, nigga
Fuck it, shoot 'em down, nigga
A hundred rounds'll blow you down, nigga

I be the hottest nigga out my city
Bitch you with some shit, you never signed no titties
Know a nigga shining, all my diamonds pretty
I hit a lick, I'm worth a couple million
That car nympho hundred thou, nigga
That top drop like Pacquiao, nigga
I hit up KOD and left a hundred in it
Hundred on my watch, I'm shining every minute
They caught 'em on that corner, left a hundred in 'em
Niggas goin' broke, died and never buried
Paranoia, got me watchin' lawyers
Molly water, tryna wait for sober

[Hook]
And I made a mil in thirty minutes
And I'm riding clipped with thirty in it
And your head, I'll put 'bout thirty in it
When them shots hit 'em, chopper down, nigga
I been sober, paranoia
Got baking soda, come help ya boy out
Get your head blown off your body for a verse
When that chopper hit 'em, niggas yell or holler mercy
Bloody murder, go and dig the dirt out
Choppers ringin', they ain't let 'em get a word out
Don't be talkin' 'bout nothin' you done heard 'bout
Niggas gettin' smoked, bitches gettin' turned out

[Hook x2]
 

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PAROLES CHANSON

[Pre-Hook:]
I got kush from California,
I got bricks on Arizona
Hundred whips in every corner,
Bad bitch from Taiwan.

[Hook:]
When I want I'm throwing stacks,
When I want I hit the dealer
When I want I blow one back,
When I want I blow a mil,
When I want we poppin bottles,
When I want them bitches wilding
When I want that coup a mil,
When I want them bitches fine.

[Verse 1:]
I just got a whole brick from papi
About to hit the stove, get her poppin
None of my niggas moving sloppy
I said meet me on the air, nigga copy.
Bitch mind yo business
Them foreign cars, we in em
That blunt money we spent it
They got my partner right sense
Got me smoking on that OG
That granddady my granddady
That purple young like Kobe,
No, the drug dealers they know me,
I be growing up with Snoop Dogg
On that track with Kendrick.
Whippin off my root dog
With cheech and chain, they drippin, whippin
Pump till my wrist hurt,
Got a hundred more on my wrist work.

[Pre-Hook:]
I got kush from California,
I got bricks on Arizona
Hundred whips in every corner,
Bad bitch from Taiwan.

[Hook:]
When I want I'm throwing stacks,
When I want I hit the dealer
When I want I blow one back,
When I want I blow a mil,
When I want we poppin bottles,
When I want them bitches wilding
When I want that coup a mil,
When I want them bitches fine.

[Bridge:]
Them niggas crying all day,
We poppin bottles all day
You see them wheels all day
Them bitches lying all day.
We counting money all day,
I'm talking mils all day
We popping bottles all day
That shit for real.

[Verse 2:]
And I got white gold, got yellow gold,
Got red gold on my neck.
I got white hoes, got red bone,
Got yellow bone on my dick.
And I take it by thanking and I ain't talking about 10 K's
I been counting money bout 10 days,
My wrist in chains and houses.
I done stuffed up that shoe box
I can't find my sneakers
Money six five, my bitch high,
Here am I am wicked.
Man, them niggas choke that Lambo
Got Fendy on that hoe.
Hundred Gs on that OG
When I talk about that smoke.

[Pre-Hook:]
I got kush from California,
I got bricks on Arizona
Hundred whips in every corner,
Bad bitch from Taiwan.

[Hook:]
When I want I'm throwing stacks,
When I want I hit the dealer
When I want I blow one back,
When I want I blow a mil,
When I want we poppin bottles,
When I want them bitches wilding
When I want that coup a mil,
When I want them bitches fine.

 


 

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PAROLES CHANSON

Get money...
It's We The Best music, Bad Boy, Coke Boyz

I got my gun on me, I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely
Streets on me, death row Jamaicans murder your family
What happens tonight, fuck what happens tonight
What happens tonight, I've got my gun on me

It was murder she wrote, your name in blood
When the love's gone, your eyes diluted full of blood
Six cars full of goons, six blocks heard the boom
Dreadlocks, middle of June, head shots, get tombed
Stone, ten shots, five gone, 9/11 dial tone
You want it all, die alone
A war's going on nobody's safe from
Now we're talking to the judge when your day come
Like it was hard not to kill these niggas
It was like a full-time job not to kill these niggas
Eight figures, need the eight story mansion
While I'm strapped up two-stepping with the devil dancing
Diluted with blood in my eyes
Like a stillborn, niggas won't make it out alive, nigga

Fuck it, I'm ready to die tonight
Put it on mom with that clip on my back, I loaded it twice
Just a call away, my niggas is 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 blood brother
Sleeping with that lethal weapon, playing Danny Glover
AK40, own a hundred if we're talking numbers
Riders' with mobsters
Niggas want beef? Turn them to pasta
Load up the clip, shoot up your mama
Bang bang, bless them father
Passed beside him, rest aside a lake
That's swimming with snakes inside
Look at my eyes, I hate disguises
Knife or gun, I compromise it
Oh Lord, I'm a ride on my enemies
If I die tonight, I bet them gangsters remember me
Nigga, until then...

From the depths of the sea, back to the block
With a bitch on my dick and a bottle of Ciroc
Tick tock, non-stop, blocker, blocker, blood clot
Don't piss the lion cause you'll get dropped on the spot
Lick shot, drip drop over the soil
Pot's hot until it boils
To this Crip shit, I'm loyal
Dip with us, ride with us, lie with us, sleep with us
Sit with us, fuck with us, babble bitch's better get with us
She likes the French tip nails that I wear
And how I'm so pimped out with dreads in my hair, yeah
You got truth, now the truth is to dare
Blue bandana, it's me and Montana
At the Tropicana with Tanehsa, Alisha, Lakesha, Savannah
Nicknames for my blammer

The smell of blood in the bathroom
Body layed out stiff full of stab wounds
I told this nigga I was coming back
Pussy must not have heard when I told him that
Nigga, it's eye for an eye
A life for a life, a body for a price
I want to smell his last breath took
And look him in the eyes and make for sure he knows how death looks
Because I'm him, it's in the air, I can feel it
Shot him four times with the gun I was concealing
Overkilling, it ain't no coming back from it
Then walked away with a demeanour like I just done it
Something evil this way's coming
For big face hundreds this bitch gets punished

[Hook]

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PAROLES CHANSON

All these bitches hate you
This is something I know
Because you really love to give it up
There ain't nothing wrong with groupie love
You're the only one I notice
It's really hard for me to focus, yeah
Cuz my body so numb
All I do is kill pain
All I do is smoke loud
Put you niggas to shame
I be rolling all day, mix it in the champagne
And these bottles all free, not a single drink paid
Because they want me, they want me in their club
But if you got the numbers I'll be glad to show you love
Cuz baby, I'm an XO nigga coming up
Every time they play my song I'mma fill another cup
Cuz I'm down for whatever I can always keep it up
All I need is some liquor just to keep a nigga up

[Hook x2]
I'm gifted when I'm faded
I'm faded all the time
Because I know that's when they love me
They love me when I'm high
When they love me
I get money, I get money, I get money
When they love me
I get money, I get money, I get money

I be gifted when I'm faded, faded all the time
Thought they loved me when I made it
Niggas hated all the time, it's a dirty game
Try to find a bitch, maybe get married
That's like pissin' in a freezer, trying to make canaries
Hawk vision, LA heels right on Huff Terrace
Making wishes, now I'm french kissing your bitch in Paris
Come and find me di Giannis that's from '92
Heard your small ass when I bought her a number two
Dipping and you know it, I be pimpin like I owe it
Come and find me now, I got an army with me now
Turn your brains oodles and noodles
For thinking you got a screw loose
I tighten you up, them coroners will button you up

[Hook x2]
Tony Montana on his last batch
This that Wayne Gretzky on his last scratch
This that Derek Jeter on his last catch
This that Whitney Houston on her last track
This that Tiger Woods on his last swing
This that Jimi Hendrix on his last string
This that Larry Davis on his last bang
You can call me Hugh Hefner on his last fling
 

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PAROLES CHANSON

[Intro:]
I got tats all on my arm,
Blocks and rocks in the Benz,
Forgiatos and rings,
Petsy blue my paint,
All these girls with you,
Can't find a bitch you ain't.
Every day I'm balling like fishes in that tank.

[Verse 1:]
Know where my hoes are,
Hanging out the window when we roll up,
You know what we come to
Make it rain while we getting fucked up.
What you say, we do this every day,
Throwing about bottles, buy a bottle case,
Seem like every day my birthday,
I can't help but get that cake.

[Hook:]
Feel like I was born for balling out
Move it up and just for falling out.

[Verse 2:]
I got tattoos on my neck,
Half mil on my car,
Dream team my rap,
Just me and my dogs.
Straight cash on that haircut,
See you that's no landchop,
Met her at the bar, try to use some headshots.
Sixty to that Maybach, fake juice don't play that
Take off like Jerry Griff, money tall like A6.
Never hit that rear zone, baby, I was air born
Hopping out that gold, sipping red on that red bone,
Jump up in the back, rocking population
And another faking jets, you know I pop that aces.
I'm a ball, illuminati bankrupt,
Suicide orlandos and two or ten hoes.

[Hook:]
Feel like I was born for balling out
Move it up and just for falling out.

[Verse 3:]
I'm flying around and I'm getting it,
Like ninety down my dinner,
Told a bitch I just met
Write your promise down in that anthem.
I'm creepin on a 'billy,
Got these niggas ballin on me,
About to take my LA trip and drop that bitch on Wall Street.
Keep my watch a hand game
Like it's a lot of champagne,
You're flying jets, I can but jets
And I ain't speaking about no damn plane.
It's passion and plain fashion
Matching my things, catching
Action from things, making,
Flashing my rings, captain.
Twin Vs and tires, envy my entire,
Caught a lot don't have the heart
Cause real kings build empires.
Everything that I said nigga was everything that you saw
I did everything that I claim, you ain't like us, we're reborn.

[Hook:]
Feel like I was born for balling out
Move it up and just for falling out.

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PAROLES CHANSON

[Hook:]
All we do is flex on that steroids
Bitch, watch that money stretch.
Never knew nothing, now I'm stuntin 'cause I'm on
Probably turned around and he asked me where I'm gone
I told

Away from these niggas,
Away from these hoes,
Away from these niggas,
Away from these hoes.
Away from these niggas,
Away from these hoes,
Away from these niggas,
Away from these hoes.

[Verse 1:]
I been gone off that liquor, I made it by that figures
Got my main bitch my top bat,
My good batch I got that
I want that, I cop that,
My money good I don't hide that.
Got grip on my lap and my roof on my back
Strap from the east to the west side.
Clip on my lap, fuck boys idea
Spin your stash like high
On these draws I whip.
And them cars I don't test drive,
I strap by my bed side,
I dump off like bed time,
Balls I get headshot.
Straight on top my doll lick off shot,
Talk chopper sound nigga, lift up the whole block.

[Hook:]
All we do is flex on that steroids
Bitch, watch that money stretch.
Never knew nothing, now I'm stuntin 'cause I'm on
Probably turned around and he asked me where I'm gone
I told

Away from these niggas,
Away from these hoes,
Away from these niggas,
Away from these hoes.
Away from these niggas,
Away from these hoes,
Away from these niggas,
Away from these hoes.

[Verse 2:]
I don't care a sound let the sweetest sound I ever heard
I ain't talking about no cause, I ain't talking about no kilos,
Where I'm from just don't phrase, I ain't no motherfucker hero
My shades up my tare's up, my toes down, my head's up,
I ain't never put my legs up, my team's strong, my brick's up.
My drug dealers pimp killers, all up in here,
Chillers call dealer I be all up in here.
Ain't real niggas show me how to move and learn all
Now I get money fast, watch you niggas burn slow.
Talk boys we marley, them hoes be loving,
Just a bunch of young niggas thugging.

[Hook:]
All we do is flex on that steroids
Bitch, watch that money stretch.
Never knew nothing, now I'm stuntin 'cause I'm on
Probably turned around and he asked me where I'm gone
I told

Away from these niggas,
Away from these hoes,
Away from these niggas,
Away from these hoes.
Away from these niggas,
Away from these hoes,
Away from these niggas,
Away from these hoes.

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PAROLES CHANSON

Drop that pussy bitch
What ya twerkin with

I'm some young papi, champagne
They know the face, and they know the name
(Drop that pussy bitch)
What you twerkin' with?

Work, work, work, work, bounce [x4]
What you twerkin' with [x4]

Work, work, work, work, work, work
What you twerkin' with
Throw it, buss it open
Show me what you twerkin with
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
I'm in that white ghost chasin' Pac man
Hundred out the lot, I be leaning that's a rock
Hundred large bring a mop
Cars tinted like Barack
Got a brinks truck in my pocket (pocket)
30 chains on my collar (collar)
2 drops, no mileage
Top off like Wallace
And I'm hella smoke, bitch know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal, I throw that
3 Benz I'm on that
We pop a molly, she buss it up
She seen it, got it, that pussy soaking

[Hook]
I love my big booty bitches
My life a Godfather picture
Local club in my city
I fell in love with a stripper
Bitches know I'm that nigga
Talkin four door Bugatti
I'm the life of the party let's get these hoes on the Molly
You know I came to stunt
So drop that pussy bitch
I got what you want
Drop that pussy bitch
Film it, film it
This bitch want me to film it
Ballin', ballin' like I play for New England
Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute
That's 50, 100, I see no fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitchs too
We the 2 Live Crew
2 for me, 2 for you
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck 'em like a rabbit
Sorry that's a habit
Smoke a spliff and then I vanish

[Hook]
I'm about being single, seeing double, making triple (right)
I hope you pussy niggas hating never make a nickel
It's good to make it better when your people make it with you
Money coming, money going, ain't like you can take it with you
It's about to be a hit right now, fuck back then, we the shit right now
Dropped 'Take Care', bought a muthafuckin' crib
And I'm picking up the keys to the bitch right now
OVO that's major shit, Toronto with me that's Mayor shit
Gettin cheddar packs like KD, OKC that's playa shit
We don't dress alike, we don't rap alike
I shine different, I rhyme different
Only thing you got is some years on me
Man, fuck you and your time difference
I'm young Papi, champagne
They know the face, and they know the name
Got one watch that could probably pay for like all your chains
And you'd owe me change, ah!
Greystone, 20 bottles that's on me
On the couches, wildin' out
Yelling "free my niggas" 'till they all free
One of my closest dawgs got 3 kids and they all 3
But we always been the type of crew that been good without a plan B

[Hook]
Biiiitch, Stop talkin' that shit
And suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit
Okay I fuck a bitch and I'm gone
That's gangsta Al Capone
I make that pussy spit like bone
Talkin' bout Bone, bone, bone, bone
I'm fucking with' French, excuse my French
I lose my mind before I lose my bitch
Money ain't a thing but a chicken wing
Bitch I ball like 2 eyelids
YMCM-beat that pussy up
Stop playin', I make her ass scream and holla, like rock bands
I'm a beast, I'm off the leash
I am rich like a bitch
On my pro-active shit
Pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you's a square
And I would twist you like a rubix
Motherfucker I'm on my skateboard
Watch me do a trick hoe
I'm 5′ 5" but I could 6-9
Then beat that pussy like Klitschko
It's French Montana, fuck joe
It's Weezy F, fuck hoes
It's Truk the world
It's Truk yo girl
It's Trukfit by the truck load, biaaaatch

[Hook]

Oh yeah, I forgot -
YOUNG MULA BABYYYYYYYY

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Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!!! MONTANA!!!

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(*I-I-I don't need to say playboy, I say play nigga!)
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
{I don't need to say playboy, I said play nigga!}
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
{MONTANA!!!}


Light up the fire, you know we get higher
Rollin up loud real niggas movin quiet
Like it then I buy it, you donkeys on a diet
Bringin all my jewels I ain't know I start a riot
Ridin with the blicker, messin up makeup
You blowin up her phone, she ain't tryin to pick up
Drinkin out the bottle, leanin with a model
I throw a hundred racks up you think I hit the lotto
Ridin with the wolves I ain't talkin Minnesota
Shorty comin over, 'gon bend it over
Let me plank on it (On it) Put a drink on it (On it)
Heard you a freak, put my name on it (MONTANA!!!)
HAAAAA!!!!!

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

This girl tell me say she horny, she wanna give it to me out the door
Th-Th-This girl fuck me like she know me, she backed it up then she tipped on her toeeeeeessssss!

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Said he met this little girl by the name of Onika
When my body shake all the boys wanna freak her
Brag and a boast they be, doin the most
If I, look at his friend he'll be, grippin the toast
So I took him to the crib, to kill him wid it
Put my legs behind my head I hit the ceilin wid it
When I put it in his mouth I couldn't believe it
He looked me in my eyes and said he wanna breed it
Passa passa, you ain't got no wins in mi casa
Big fat pussy, Mufasa
Hit up Green Acres, hit up Kings Plaza
Some a dem seh dem Gully, some a dem seh dem Gaza
WAH!!!!

[Chorus: Sample from "Freaks" by Lil' Vicious & Doug E. Fresh]
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
This girl tell me say she horny, she wanna give it to me out the door
Th-Th-This girl fuck me like she know me, she backed it up then she tipped on her toeeeeeessssss!
Where my bad bitches at?! Where my bad bitches at?!
Pretty gang make noise! Pretty gang make noise!
Pretty gang act the fuck up! Act the act the fuck up!
Where my bad bitches at?! Where my bad bitches at?!
Rude-Rudegirl make noise! Rude-Rudegirl make noise!
Rude-Rude girl act the fuck up! Act, act the fuck up!
Act the fuck up, act act the fuck up!


(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a


This girl tell me say she horny, she wanna give it to me out the door
Th-Th-This girl fuck me like she know me, she backed it up then she tipped on her toeeeeeessssss!
(Young Money! I don't even say my name no more play nigga!)

I don't need to say playboy, I say play nigga!
And what the fuck you talkin 'bout with them big figures?!
I come through like, I mean now I'm Nicki
I came through Southside nigga Queens bitch!
And everybody know, who on my dick.
Huh! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!!! MONTANA!!! (HAAAAAA!!!!!)

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[Intro:]
Yeah
It's time for the smoke and mirrors to come down
Niggas be talkin', but they don't be livin' that shit
A whole lotta deception goin' on it the world
It's Original Bad Boy Gang, nigga
Check this out
Click, clack
Bang, bang

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Diamond Range Rover
Chains like a dope dealer
Fourth quarter player
Three quarter chinchilla
Gold chains, golden boy
Front row sitter
Niggas buyin' cars, we buy the whole dealer
We buy the whole plane
While them hoes playin' with 'em
100 chains, all the bad hoes came with us
Shawty held me down when the people on it
Ghostface, right hand, eagle on it
My brother [?] with the motherload
And I ain't fuckin' undercover with them cover hoes
Talkin' 100 chains on, cold dealer
Montana, write your name on the smoke and mirrors

[Hook: Ne-Yo]
If the money ain't the issue I
I don't subscribe
If the money ain't the reason
Well then the question is why
Get money with my people
Then we never divide
It's for the love and the money
Make her love stay real
And the money multiply
Them niggas can't go where we go
They can't get dough like we do
Them niggas can't smoke like we smoke
Them niggas can't go where we go
Cause we go wherever we want

[Verse 2: French Montana]
I skip prayers just to make money
I hope God forgive me, man
I was hungry
I'm tryin' clear my thoughts and [?]
Aplle red Porsche, army guns, air force
Tryna count bills in the sunny hills
Balenciagas, make more than doctors
My crib bigger than your school, nigga
I'm just skiing in the pool, nigga
10 mil just to settle, nigga
Dead-ass like [?], nigga
I done started from the block, boy
Now me and Ne-Yo on the top, boy

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Ayo, that's me kid
Words produce
Harry Winston under the goose
Half moon, the wave's exclusive
Catch me uptown shopping in a [?]
Watch cost 1.5, I got the blue shit
Everybody love me
His texture's automatic money
Independent drug game dummy
Gettin' his, raisin' kids
These are big boy scholars
Flash money like Floyd
Got the big gold wallet
Roll out, it's 40 of us frontin' a bus
That's the new stretch bubble
Pipe the color of crust
Gettin' high, chillin' fly, yellin' [?]
Now I'm in hard bottoms
Larry King, suspenders and bow tie

[Hook]

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[Hook:]
Get it, Get it!
Bust it open

[Verse 1:]
Haaan!
Ratchet pussy, Bust it open
Boogie pussy, Bust it open
They ain't let us in, Bust it open
Copped a brick, Bust it open
Go and bust it open for a real nigga
Got that Tommy on me, Feel no Hilfiger
Bust it, Bust it, Go and break it down
Remember me? Mr.Choppa Down
Paint the city, All black
Me and [?] city in all black
Shorty gonna bust it wide open while I get head while I smoke
Real niggas ain't talkin', we just...

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Get the scale, Bust it open
Hit the head, Close the coffin
Them Coke Boys, they name a corporate
Pass the pill, Call me Crawford
Ass fat, Hips wide
Take you 'round the world 'bout six times
Bust it open, Coke boy
Strippers fell in love with this dope boy
We seen that brown bag turn clear
I'd done seen your favorite rappers turned fiends
We was serving them the coke,
We get it straight off the boat

[Hook]

East Coast, Bust it open
Down South, Bust it open
West Coast, Bust it open
Midwest, Bust it open
Eastside, Bust it open
Westside, Bust it open
That Midwest, Bust it open
That Down South, Bust it open
Real Bitches, Bust it open
Real Niggas, Bust it open
Haaan!
 

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Information album Excuse My French
Album Excuse My French présenté par French Montana genre: Rap / Hip Hop
Album Excuse My French nombre de chansons: 13, Nombre d'écoute: 23066