French Montana - Black Out - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

14.07.2017

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[Bridge: French Montana] Fuck the baddest bitch, make 'em tap out Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out Still got millions in the trap house (stash house) Mix the pills and liquor 'til we black out [Pre-Chorus: Young Thug] My driveway cost a couple million just in cars That loud weight, I just drop some chickens in that hole Fly by you in that brand new Tesla like a shark Ménage à, I just had a few-some with your broad [Chorus: Young Thug] I got bitches on me, and I know they want me to raw dog I was tryna listen to your problem, every one of them I'ma wash my jewelry, all the rocks are ready to pop y'all Aye, yeah [Verse 1: French Montana & Young Thug] Shout out to the trill niggas, millions in the crack house Shout out to my niggas keeping millions in the stash house Know we fucking all the baddest bitches, make 'em tap out Mixing all the pills with the liquor 'til we black out Livin' so marvelous, we ready to smoke I think I'm a gangsta, I'm Jeffrey, I'm Sosa I came out the 'Nolia, huh I ride with my brodie, huh We leavin' 'em cozy, huh 'Cause they thinking they know me, huh Man that donkey made me black out All the millions, man, we black out All the foreigns, man, black out All that work, made we black out Brand new old lady sittin' beside me I was 11 years old, then I turned 13 (mothafuck 12, nigga) [Pre-Chorus: Young Thug] My driveway cost a couple million just in cars That loud weight, I just drop some chickens in that hole Fly by you in that brand new Tesla like a shark Ménage à, I just had a few-some with your broad [Chorus: Young Thug] I got bitches on me, and I know they want me to raw dog I was tryna listen to your problem, every one of them I'ma wash my jewelry, all the rocks are ready to pop y'all Aye, yeah [Bridge: French Montana] Fuck the baddest bitch, make 'em tap out Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out Still got millions in the trap house (stash house) Mix the pills and liquor 'til we black out [Verse 2: Young Thug & French Montana] Okay, get it Hop up out the mothafuckin' Bentley with a big ol' pistol on my side I don't want nothing with none of y'all, bro, y'all all gon' die All these niggas think I'm gay 'cause the way I wear my trousers Man, we scrambled to the third, money and the power, nigga Needle hit ya nerve, make millions on the curb We live like dames, rich and famous Rock star tints black, duckin' cages Yellow diamonds on me like a baby ducky I just want your head, like a fuckin' monkey I tried to make her ass look fat and poked the back out See me walk up in the spot, hundred racks out [Pre-Chorus: Young Thug] My driveway cost a couple million just in cars That loud weight, I just drop some chickens in that hole Fly by you in that brand new Tesla like a shark Ménage à, I just had a few-some with your broad [Chorus: Young Thug] I got bitches on me, and I know they want me to raw dog I was tryna listen to your problem, every one of them I'ma wash my jewelry, all the rocks are ready to pop y'all Aye, yeah [Bridge: French Montana] Fuck the baddest bitch, make 'em tap out Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out Still got millions in the trap house (stash house) Mixing all the pills with the liquor 'til we black out [Chorus: Young Thug] I got bitches on me, and I know they want me to raw dog I was tryna listen to your problem, every one of them I'ma wash my jewelry, all the rocks are ready to pop y'all Aye, yeah
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