So Special lyrics - French Montana
(I'm so) Montana (I'm so)
Cocaine (I'm so) uh
We bid in the game, once again
I'm so special, Oooh
You know we luv ya luv ya luv ya long time
Montana (Montana) Oooh
You know we luv ya luv ya luv ya long time
Oooh
Big 4-4, no safety
You'll collapse like JoJo, K-Ci
And my ice like lights from AC
Homie I'm hot like a drop, no AC
They wanna freestyle, I'm tryna stay free
And my crew, all blue like Grape Street
From 8 blocks, I take shots, HD
I'll blast, you'll dash like Stacey
But look ock, I can't stop, I'm waist-deep
Fuck crossin' over, I'm a stay street
Nigga I'm good, I been what the hood made me
I got guns, 7 inches to 8 feet
You ain't Pac, you ain't Fif', you ain't Jay-Z
You ain't Yay', you ain't French, you ain't wavy
For my coke boys, shoot a nigga face off
In the bookings, can make me take my lace off
And my belt, and the voucher for my cake, boss
You know I'm on top of beef like steak sauce
A1, since day one, I caked off
Still slang that 'caine and that haze dog
It's a new religion, my jeans, True Religion
Homie scramble with notes, I'm New Edition
Got that hefty garbage bread
I'm in the backseat gettin' that Harvard head
Aiyy, swaggalicious, with' a bag of bitches
This food for thought, and they got the dishes
They gon' clean the pots, the coke residue
This that crack cocaine for you to listen to
We bid in the game, once again
I'm so special, Oooh
You know we luv ya luv ya luv ya long time
Roll On 'em lyrics - French Montana (feat. Arizona Slim)
[Arizone Slim:]
Fittin the roll on M, trap bolls on m
Catch m after the club, and put the 4 on m
Who's poppin, we poppin
We can get it on anywhere
Fittin the roll on M, trap bolls on m
Catch m after the club, and put the 4 on m
Who's poppin, we poppin
We can get it on anywhere
[French Montana:]
We don't play no games, if you don't know the name
Bitch, you better read the chain, Cocaine City
Let it pop, and tell them niggas "lay down"
Cocaine City
Fresh out the motherlands, spent a couple hundred grand
Rappin, butter tan, I'm back like Dapper Dan
Homie, I've been switching flows, on the block pushin Os
For the gwop, to the top, just to cop different clothes
Homie, we run the show, you can open up the curtains
I see you dudes hurtin, I'm back with the flow
Mad a list of scrap, French is back, better stack
It's a fact, this a nack
Homie, that'd get you clapped
Now I'm in the Lack, laying back, all in black
Gun to clap
Yeah, I have them running like random sack
Man, they know the team, X out the [?]
Westside, New Orlands, driver we bring the driver?
[Arizone Slim:]
Fittin the roll on M, trap bolls on m
Catch m after the club, and put the 4 on m
Who's poppin, we poppin
We can get it on anywhere
Fittin the roll on M, trap bolls on m
Catch m after the club, and put the 4 on m
Who's poppin, we poppin
We can get it on anywhere
[French Montana:]
Homie let me run it down, we run the underground
You know shit is up and down
[?] wife her so, French deal right for snow
Tryna flip twice the doe
Tryna cop a range, matching chain
Ice and gold, non stop drop top, rhyme hot, town lock, 3 toys, flip roid, fuck for a [?]
You know we roll on m, we put the 4s on m
Catch them slippin out the club, and send some hoes on m
Watch him sittin [?]
See where he live and hide
Caught m like Trick Daddy, he was tryna slip and slide
This how the Gs ride, westside to the eastside
Let shots, let it pop, have m like knee high
We don't play no games, if you don't know the name
Bitch, you better read the chain, Cocaine City
Let it pop, and tell them niggas "lay down"
Cocaine City
[Arizone Slim:]
Fittin the roll on M, trap bolls on m
Catch m after the club, and put the 4 on m
Who's poppin, we poppin
We can get it on anywhere
Fittin the roll on M, trap bolls on m
Catch m after the club, and put the 4 on m
Who's poppin, we poppin
We can get it on anywhere
Battlefield lyrics - French Montana (feat. Max B)
[Max B:]
(And dem livin' in a danger zone) Max Biggavel' (in the battlefield)
Fench Montana Coke Wave
Let's sing to the people, yeah
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
It's the Surfer Don, the Tre pound squirt and jerk the arm
And I don't care what shirt ya on
I could give a fuck what you did in '95 when you was biddin' in the can
When coke was 26 a gram
Now it's 12 years later, 42 dollars a pop
I keep the gear and pump cocked
Feed you 1 shot if you hungry, satisfy ya appetite
Heard ya baby-moms is a hermaphrodite, braggin' rights
Earned 'em, cause I put ya whole team down with one clip
You sunk my fuckin' battleship, gravel pit
Left arm, chunky monkey, and it sparkle off the glare
He's havin' a fabulous year
Only dropped one compilation in '07, I played in the bing
He had no faith in his team
Couldn't get him fresh even if ya went to Neim & Mar
Keep the heater palmed, these niggaz be needin' a bar
Owww
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
[French Montana:]
You lame niggaz flop, keep playin' with the gwop
Catch you laying in a drop, your tomato gettin' popped
You be rollin', strollin', ride with them shottas
Watch us, bitch nigga no one can stop us
You was pumping gas, they was on ya ass
Tried to run but the whip crashed
Tough guys get duct-taped and butt-raped
And then wine like crushed grape
Homie in the battlefield, danger zone, get 'em killed, get 'em gone
You'll get the mail with' ya head on the camera phone
Fuck nigga, kiss my rass, bitch boy
I switch toys and hit the gas, homie I'm a rude boy
Two toys, stash box, raasclaat
All white 6-5-0 with the ragtop
[Max B:]
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Do for Drugs lyrics - French Montana (feat. Max B)
[French Montana:]
Max, French Montana, Dame Grease, Coke Wave
This That More Compatible Music
This That Shit That Got Them Feenes Selling They Whole Muthafuckin' Cream
[Max B:]
What You Won't Do For Drugs?
You Think You Got Everything, But You Gonna Need Drugs
You Pawned Your Jewels (Pawned Your Jewels) For Drugs
You Tried Everything But You Gone Need Drugs
I Should Have Knew You Was Trouble Right From The Start
You Stood In MY Corner When That Bitch Broke My Heart
You Came Through, Kept A Brother Up, I Maintained But You Tried To Set A Nigga Up
Fuck It, I Wouldn't Risk, Knowing I'm Living On The Edge
Keep My Burner, 9-1-3 In His Head, Coppers Come And We Fled
It Was Me, Unc & Bugalo. I'm Really The One, Know Tell Me What You Gonna Do
I Think I Need A 50 Piece, That Shit Will Get Me Right, Get Me High
We Running Through The City Fly, Bitches Love When We Fuck
Love When We Come & Light Em Up, Bite Em Up
Baby Come Get In The Truck (What You Wanna Do?)
[Max B:]
What You Won't Do For Drugs?
You Think You Got Everything, But You Gonna Need Drugs
You Pawned Your Jewels (Pawned Your Jewels) For Drugs
You Tried Everything But You Gone Need Drugs
[French Montana:]
Feenes Love The Aroma, Catch Me Outside With My Vest & My Armor
All I See Is Green, Homie I'm A Farmer, Nah That's Off Topic, Fuck The Informants
Gone Hang My Phone, Meet Me Outside, Don't Make It Obvious Jump Up In The Ride
(What You Say? 2x) Money On The Table, Niggas Moving Drugs, Homie Fuck A Label
Granddaddy Kush, Make You Cough A Lung Up, You Can't Go Higher You Can't Go Under
Homie Them Potent O's & Grams In A Roll, Summer To The Spring To The Winter To The Fall
Pieces Of The Hole, Got The Soft & The Hard. Coke Wave Nigga Come Fuck With Your Boy
[Max B:]
I Miss You Darling Where You Been? I Been In Court All Day And I Need A Smoke
Don't Sip That Goose, Never Fucks With Gin
I Gotta Thing For Grand Cru & I Can't Let Go
What You Won't Do For Drugs?
You Think You Got Everything, But You Gonna Need Drugs
You Pawned Your Jewels (Pawned Your Jewels) For Drugs
You Tried Everything But You Gone Need Drugs
Why So Serious? lyrics - French Montana
Sing a happy tune
The boy that cried through you
We live the pictures that have come to past
And now you stand alone, love is lost and blown
And we are flesh and blood the sinner...
Her rhyme seem certain my mind sometime is bizarre
I write lines wizzerts, no money no cure
It's slow but sure when I go they'll know Montanas observant arghh arghh
My whip automatic, my guns automatic
Back shots then I get the head automatic, (Oooo weee)
Send her home bare footed grizzly skin gators homie I'm bare footed
I hear your heartbeat beat, yous a...
I'm the corner block pot holes concrete
Hate us or not we invaded the block skin skulls and totems gators and crocs
Time has stopped before us
The sky cannot ignore us
No one can separate us
For we are all that is
In the sound of the water dripping down from the ceiling to the bucket
Where I'm cleaning my guns to go kill em
Sunshine, rain pour, massacre chainsaw
And I don't want your money you know what I came for
You niggas make your moves
I'll erase your move they want me shackled up in segregation unit
But I was born to fly Montana certified
In case you're under a rock, you never heard of I
Who did the I'm the boss
They call me the nuclear holocaust
We got planners this thick?...
I met your bell like ding dong banana clip
Go ahead and play King Kong, your head will split
Now the kingdom comes, crushing down and down
And I am master of nothing?... hahahaha
Coke
Ahhh
City Of Dreams lyrics - French Montana (feat. Cassidy & Ar-Ab)
[Cassidy:]
I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of feends
Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream
Cocaine City, the city of dreams
I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of feends
Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream
Cocaine City, the city of dreams
[French Montana:]
Got Coke cameras, loaf in the cameras
Keep the stash box for the hammers
Nigga picture bricks, killers, Os
[?] gorillas, wolves
Ar with the AR, I ain't biefin
You niggas ain't even in my radar
Young Bob Barker, Mozzy Parker
All over the beat, Travis Barker
Fif bust, concussion, your ribs crack
Eyes close, the moons like pot holes
Catch a whole round, niggas stick around
That'll lift m up, or sit m down
Niggas rapping the same, but they really twat
We were really hot, when we ran A Block
Slang caine, heavy chain hang, heavy bop
Maintain thangs ame, millys pop
[Cassidy:]
I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of feends
Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream
Cocaine City, the city of dreams
I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of feends
Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream
Cocaine City, the city of dreams
[AR-AB:]
I'm tryna get established
If not rappin, I'm in the crack house givin work to an addict
Let niggas fall, til they lookin at a Magnom
Get something straight, Imma take it if I don't have it
You'll see the shotgun, wip twin pipes
Or get the hawk stuck in your windpipe
That's how it go when you live like me
I ain't wanna do the right thing, Spike Lee
I was on the trap, puttin nicks on the block
Or in the clear, stuffing clips to the top
Niggas gonna drop, when I pull the pound
Make your insides show, like an ultrasound
Disrespect fams, sparkin the k, shooten out artery glands
Cause AR keep a pipe full of hollos
Tryna see green, like night vision goggles
[Cassidy:]
I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of feends
Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream
Cocaine City, the city of dreams
I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of feends
Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream
Cocaine City, the city of dreams
You ain't gotta ask me what I hustle for
What you think Def Jam need Russle for?
What you think a body builder need muscle for?
I'm worth a couple mill, but still want a couple more
So I count my money, then count it over
I sold plenty coke, but I don't mean fountin soda
I'm rich, call my acountent over
I started off moving bolders, but now I knock mountains over
I told you, me and AB from the same city
And Frenchy came with me, and he from Cocaine City
Loss is the fam, I brought the whole gang with me
And I got them thangs with me, ain't nothing change with me
I ain't never been a dummy man, I'm a farmisist selling drugs, and the perscription is money, man
I need food for the tummy, man
So I go to Cocaine City where it jump like a bunny, man
I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of feends
Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream
Cocaine City, the city of dreams
I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of feends
Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream
Cocaine City, the city of dreams
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