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Off the Rip (Feat. Chinx & N.O.R.E.) – French Montana

Lirik lagu: Off the Rip (Feat. Chinx & N.O.R.E.)

[Intro: French Montana]
Oh me, oh my my (Haan!)
Gon ‘need more quinine (Montana!)
Oh me, oh my my (Haan! Off the rip)
Gon’ need more quinine (Aye aye aye)

[Bridge: French Montana]
I’ma ride with my dog off the rip
Talking brown bag, paper tag off the rip
Shawty came through, bent it over off the rip
Dope boy back, popping tags off the rip, nigga off the rip
Started from the block, dirty money off the rip
Cut a shark fin, talking money off the rip
Walk up on the dealer, a hundred fifty off the rip
My dog came home, buck fifty off the rip
Haan!

[Hook: Chinx Drugz & (French Montana)]
Oh me, oh my my
Cut dope, gon need more quinine (off the rip)
Oh me, oh my my
Cut dope, gon need more quinine (off the rip)
Forty knock his head off (off the rip)
Drop top V, niggas sped off (off the rip)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Rari looking good on the strip
Talking a hundred mill as I mothafucking grip
Johnny Hancock, ten milli off the rip
Shawty bought her friends off the rip
Bitch bust it open, eating pussy off the rip
Westside, getting blood money with a crip
My dog getting out, money orders off the rip, boy
Spend a car note on my fit, boy
Manute Bol hanging off my clip, boy
Niggas running like a skit, boy
I’ll push you on my skit, boy
On my wrist is a brick, boy
Built the empire brick by brick, boy
Coke Boys off the rip, boy

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[Hook: Chinx Drugz & (French Montana)]
Oh me, oh my my
Cut dope, gon need more quinine (off the rip)
Oh me, oh my my
Cut dope, gon need more quinine (off the rip)
Forty knock his head off (off the rip)
Drop top V, niggas sped off (off the rip)

[Verse 2: Chinx Drugz]
Coke Boys get the bloody money, dirty cash
Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stashed
You monkey walk, I’m hunchbacked, speak quiet
Talking ’bout mi casa, scared to death when I pop up

[Bridge: French Montana]
I’ma ride with my dog off the rip
Talking brown bag, paper tag off the rip
Shawty came through, bent it over off the rip
Dope boy back, popping tags off the rip, nigga off the rip
Started from the block, dirty money off the rip
Cut a shark fin, talking money off the rip
Walk up on the dealer, a hundred fifty off the rip
My dog came home, buck fifty off the rip
Haan!

[Hook: Chinx Drugz & (French Montana)]
Oh me, oh my my
Cut dope, gon need more quinine (off the rip)
Oh me, oh my my
Cut dope, gon need more quinine (off the rip)
Forty knock his head off (off the rip)
Drop top V, niggas sped off (off the rip)

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Started with a hooptie and I went and got a Beamer
Pull up in a boat, titanic La Marina
Shout out to young gunner, spend a hundred on my timer
Looking through the smoke and mirrors, smoking marijuana
Rarri and the Gatti and the Beamers and the Benzes
Homicide china, yeah my door off the hinges
Riding with some cubans that be fresh up out that border
Making back a whole thang, breaking down a quarter
Drophead, getting dome, riding through New Orleans
Hear them shots ringing then I hit that money caller
Counting up my blessings, counting money keep a dollar
Drophead white mink on when it’s cold out

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[Hook: Chinx Drugz & (French Montana)]
Oh me, oh my my
Cut dope, gon need more quinine (off the rip)
Forty knock his head off (off the rip)
Drop top V, niggas sped off (off the rip)
Oh me, oh my my
Cut dope, gon need more quinine (off the rip)
Forty knock his head off (off the rip)
Drop top V, niggas sped off (off the rip)

[Verse 4: N.O.R.E.]
Coke Boys get the coke money, plenty cash
Live niggas just smoke ash, Phantom seat stashed
You donkey walk, I’m hunchbacked, buck quiet
Talking ’bout mi casa, you TMZ niggas gossip

[Outro: French Montana]
Off the rip, off the rip
Off the mothafucking rip, boy

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Two Times – French Montana

[Intro]
Came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right
Wait for it, wait for it, right
Wait for it, wait for it, skrr
Came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right

[Hook]
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie hey
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie hey
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times
If the pussy good, hit it two times
[Verse 1]
Used to dust ’em off and pass ’em to Chinx
Fuck me like an animal, I buy you mase
We ain’t work for that, nah we can’t do that
Black rose in the concrete grew where the pavement at
Two hoes want my eyes, be like “where the payment at?”
Two hoes, three dice, we was shakin’ that
It is what it is man, God rolled it
She gonna deep throat with her eyes open, yeah
Ciroc shots in the air
Talk about me and my bitch
Me and Cash in the Lamb’, we got two chains
Came from the bottom like loose change
Jumpin’ on these niggas, 23
She jabbin’ on these suckers for her fee
They know the dope real on the real though
She got her legs open like field goal, yeah
Ciroc shots in the air

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[Hook]
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
I came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times
If the pussy good, hit it two times

[Verse 2]
Dippin’ through the corners, gotta stick and move
Catch me in that trap, watch me make a move
Blowin’ hundreds like China back in (?)
Sunday I’ma live, Monday hell week
Back to back Wraiths, bitch the Holy Ghost
Blowin’ smoke, sippin’ Hen’ till I overdose, yeah
Ciroc shots in the air
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch
I’ma lie to the law, hand on the Bible
Straight fill the cash, clash me the title
Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it
Besides the main bitch takin’ everyone
I’m dippin’ through the lane baby, and 1
Ciroc shots in the air

[Hook]
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times
If the pussy good, hit it two times

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Ocho Cinco (Feat. P. Diddy, Machine Gun Kelly, Red Cafe & King Los) – French Montana

Lirik lagu: Ocho Cinco (Feat. P. Diddy, Machine Gun Kelly, Red Cafe & King Los)

[Hook: French Montana]
I see you niggas from the side watchin
Got 100 grand in my side pocket
All the hustlas love it you know I speak the lingo
Tell a bitch give me head
(Ocho Cinco) x3
Told that bitch give me head
(Ocho Cinco) x3
Told that bitch give me head
Ocho Cinco

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Face down ass up
Pull up in that spaceship with that top down
Bitch pass out, chain light up they blackout
I’m like haaanhh ocho cinco thats a headbanger
I see a bitch lookin thirsty told her gon drink up
I head hunt, that new nigga, and what
Shorty got that ochco good head, and butt I’m like (coke boy baby)
All I got for bitches is pipe water, I done came up off a night order

[Verse 2: MGK]
Bitch gave me head till my legs shake (Burrr)
She gave me the brain
But that doesn’t explain
Why these lames be lovin’ and cuffin’ these bitches
I don’t know shit about ’em but they head shape
Fuck that pussy til her legs break
Bustin
Got a dirty dozen of them brown thangs waitin in a room like an egg crate
Uhh B-A-D, boy ho
And I got B-A-D bitches for my boys so
Treat em like pollo, serve ’em, black suburban
Swervin, through the hood gettin head like turbans
Any job a good job so she get a blowjob
Suckin it from 9-5 that bitch workin
Kells

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Los]
Man I say pimps up, hoes down
I say that to say that
I only recognize these bitches with they limbs up, or from the nose down
I tell her nose dive, then watch em go down
Woop! Woop!
Bitch I’m cold as ice water
Put dick way down yo throat until yo eyes water
Lemme get that for ya, lil mama cause you workin
The way you twerkin, you gon fuck around and get a Birkin
She like to crack the dutch down the middle, drop a purp in
Let me fuck her in the telly screaming open up the curtains like
(Don’t stop! Pop that, pop that!)
You know French cut, she got on French Cuts
I don’t french kiss, I let my friends cut
Me and Red in an all red Benz truck

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[Verse 4: Red Cafe]
I told French, I told Los, I get good head while I’m chaffeured
Momma told me get a nice girl with a good head on her shoulders
Shake down shake down
Came up on them back blocks
Her face on my belt buckle thats what I call [lap top]
Side niggas from the side watchin, guess they got a side view
Puff got me in this penthouse, that’s my view
Thats my crew, they shinin
She on that came so she could come boss
And her first choice was the number one boss
GOT EM

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Diddy]
Yo bitch, I ‘m a mothafuckin livin legend
I’m bout to send these niggas thru they fifth [depression]
In my absence niggas speaking silly
I could stand on the mountains and the streets’ll feel me
Feel the rush and that bad boy
OBG that OG, don’t OD cause that’s bad boy
She feel royal when she ’round this
King Combs, now give me crown, bitch

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Whiskey Eyes (Feat. Chinx) – French Montana

Lirik lagu: Whiskey Eyes (Feat. Chinx)

[Intro: Chinx]
On the count of three I want everyone to say it
(Rock party)
Hold up, baba
On the count of three I want everyone to say it
“I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy”
1, 2, 3
I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy

[Chorus: Fe]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You’ll tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Yo, Montana
Ayy, hit the game, put the wave in it
Go, go on tap your veins, put the needle in it
I-I snatch you by your head like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police like Sigel did it
Middle of the streets like The Beatles did it
Can’t be in it when you leave, or they leave you in it
Ev-Everything that’s gold ain’t what it glitter
I seen killers fold for certain killas
Have your money right when the law costs
I seen my favorite rappers turn to cornballs
The best thing I did was let that pain hurt my feelings
(Turn the pain into music)
Turn the music into millions, haaan
Got jerked my first deal, and I told ’em “Suck a dick”
Once I made my first mil’, I told them “Fuck a brick”
Brick, brick by brick, ’til it’s empire
L-l-lick by lick, gone a sleepwire
Had to learn taxes, help you relax
If you don’t own your masters, your classics turn to ashes
So hit the round table, count it all up
Or get the brown bag, count it all up
Call the bad bitches, round ’em all up
Count it first, we can count it all up
Millionaire bitches, hit the mall up
(International superstar, you know who we are)

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[Chorus: Fe]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You’ll tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do

[Verse 2: French Montana]
They said kill ’em with success, toe tag ya up
N-n-name a Hollywood bitch I ain’t rag up
P-p-promise, the pressure turn to diamonds
The karma turn to commas
If the block told you eye to eye
Seeing dreams in a bottle
The younger son of Pablo
Trips out to Cabo, D.C. with a model
That’s Tammy from Miami, put her face on the white like Sosa
Come and get a close up
I’m on the post like the power forward
From the hoodies to the Tom Ford
Big up, f-for the stick up
They wanted me to hiccup
I copped the Bent’ over sticker
A- about to come and pick your chick up
Gladiator theme music with Casino suits
Godfather trilogy, Al Pacino shootin’
This that Benny Blanco ‘fore he killed Carlito
This that Larry Davis before he caught that Rico
Them Bronx streets, Teflon fleek
In the jungle, while you holdin’ hands in Palm Beach
We was climbin’ fences, we was playin’ benches
One time for my bitches, naked on the trenches
European boots, European suits
African diamonds, my niggas shinin’
My nigga Chinx son became my own son
The block where I’m from, you need your own gun

[Verse 3: Chinx]
Devil held me up, figured that I’d convert to God
Took my ground from the pavement and aimed it at the stars
Swag drippin’ by the liter, four ounce of purp’
The game ain’t for the weak, go and play the church
Off the Mary Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke, coughing
Ridin’ on these suckas that opposed it
Ballin’, took the whistle from the ref and made my own calls
From the pens, got my homie on the phone call
No work, money goes under the mattress only
Hands clean, got some youngins that’ll back it for me
Really skatin’ budget, conflict diamonds only
Made my vow to the game, boy, that’s matrimony

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[Chorus: Fe]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You’ll tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do

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