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Paranoid (Remix) [Feat. Diddy, Rick Ross, Lil Durk, Chinx Drugz & Jadakiss] – French Montana

Lirik lagu: Paranoid (Remix) [Feat. Diddy, Rick Ross, Lil Durk, Chinx Drugz & Jadakiss]

[Intro: Rick Ross & (Diddy)]
Real nigga walk through, been real
(Dream Team), lot of cake
Coke Boy, Black Bottle Boys, (Bad Boy)
Ciroc lifestyle, (Yo, check this out)

[Verse 1: Diddy]
I been getting high since ’94
Money from the ceiling down to the floor
I see myself, I can’t trust no more
Damn French, I’m so paranoid!
I make big money, I drive big cars
Everybody know me, it’s like I’m a movie star!

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Bullets ripping through my door like I was Biggie, nigga
But my voodoo strong enough for 50 niggas, that’s 50 niggas
Let’s hold hands, nigga, let’s get this money, nigga
Yah! Ou paka bat mwen!

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Bullets ripping through my door like I was Biggie, nigga
But my vodou strong enough for 50 niggas
Skyscraper, my bitches be tall as ceilings
So it’s only right we looking down on niggas
Started as a indie, now we 50 million
I got bury money, my bitch watching Wendy Williams
Bulletproof my SUV, it burn a lot of gas
Send black folk to your city just to drop a body bag
You talking but my niggas speak a different code
Women love me, say my dick feel like it’s dipped in gold
Diamonds on my fingers like I’m Liberace
How many of you niggas really been a papi?
So callate la boca, baby
See gordito with some refugees off the coast of Haiti
Mastermind (Mastermind), it’s on the way (it’s on the way)
We run the game (we run the game) 800 ways (800 ways)!

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[Hook: Johnny Maycash]
I be so (I be so) paranoid (paranoid)
I hear these niggas tryin’ to fuck with me
But, real shit, I know I got enemies
I can’t let them niggas into me
I ain’t scared to die, nigga, huh
I’ll take your life, nigga
Fuckin’ shoot ’em down, nigga
A hundred rounds’ll blow you down, nigga

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Let’s get it, paranoia got me feeling woozy
Copped a uzi, clip hanging over like the movies
Say your statements, how you telling scripts long as movies
I’m a wild nigga, I’m a wild nigga
Last time I broke sweat, it was trial, nigga
State game, I rolled 50, lost trial, nigga
Daddy gone, I was a lost child, nigga
Found God when I payed my first vows, nigga
I married the streets, kissed my mama goodbye
She said “17?”, the way she thinking, had dreams I’mma die
Real nigga for life (real nigga for life), so paranoid (so paranoid)
Connect had hit me, he got shooters in California

[Verse 4: Chinx Drugz]
Since they killed Stack from this building, I relocated my children
Hope his shooter step forth and just make his debut appearance
They try to lock up my kind, scared to pick up my line
My phone tapped like Avon, my Cuban link like Raekwon
These streets all that I know, my block hot like pyro
All we know is “get it” so, nigga, if you scared, call five-0
Finna go bulletproof all of my whips
Watch what I say when I lay with my bitch
Watch when that shit hit the fan and them choppers start blamming
She pro’ly be down with the hit, boy!

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[Hook]

[Verse 5: French Montana]
Ay, I-I be the hottest nigga out my city
Hit you with some shit you never seen on Tiffany’s
Know a nigga shining, all my diamonds pretty
I-I-I hit a lick, I’m worth a couple million
Ay, that car n’it 400 thou’, nigga
That top drop like Pacquiao, nigga
I-I-I hit up K.O.D. and left a hundred in it
Hundred on my watch, I’m shining every minute
They-they-they caught him on that corner, left a hundred in him
Niggas goin’ broke, that’ll never be me
That-that paranoia (paranoia), got me watchin’ lawyer (watchin’ lawyer)
Molly water (molly water), tryna wake up sober!

[Verse 6: Jadakiss]
I keep my hitter with me, that’s my shooter, nigga
Only thing I’m scared of is what he’ll do to niggas
Just for the love, I’mma do it with ya
Closed casket, let ’em come and view a picture
Yeah, it’s amazing how the time fly
Yeah, the hate is at a all-time high
Yeah, I got them things in the hood working
Uh, death is the only thing certain
F-Y-I, I ain’t scared to die
Ain’t afraid to lose and I ain’t scared to try
Game of destroyer, retain a lawyer
Federal indictment, that’s paranoia, what?

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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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