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F**k What Happens Tonight
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
French Montana
French Montana
Vocals
Ace Hood
Ace Hood
Vocals
DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled
Vocals
Mavado
Mavado
Vocals
Scarface
Scarface
Vocals
Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Karim Kharbouch
Karim Kharbouch
Songwriter
Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Composer
Khaled Bin Abdul Khaled
Khaled Bin Abdul Khaled
Songwriter
David Constantine Brooks
David Constantine Brooks
Songwriter
Anthony Tucker
Anthony Tucker
Songwriter
Joseph B. Jefferson
Joseph B. Jefferson
Songwriter
Charles Simmons
Charles Simmons
Songwriter
Antoine McColister
Antoine McColister
Songwriter
Calvin Broadus
Calvin Broadus
Songwriter
Brad Jordan
Brad Jordan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Beat Bully
The Beat Bully
Producer
Inderan K. Bailey
Inderan K. Bailey
Recording Engineer
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Mixing Engineer
Steve "Rock Star" Dickey
Steve "Rock Star" Dickey
Recording Engineer
Tim Boyce
Tim Boyce
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer

Letras

Fuck all that hoe shit Fuck all you fuck boys Bitch, we real hustlers 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 Fucking streets on me Death row Jamaicans, murder your family Fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight I got my gun on me It was murder she wrote (yeah), your name in blood (blood) When the love gone (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 going on nobody's safe from And I'll be 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 I got my gun on me I tell my kids, I'll never leave them lonely Fucking streets on me Death row Jamaicans, murder your family Fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight I got my gun on me (Ace Hood) Fuck it, I'm ready to die tonight Put it on mom with that clip in my back, and I loaded it twice Just a call away, my niggas is ready no matter the price Playing with mine, you niggas can get it, including your wife Isn't life a motherfucker? Since 17 that pistol been my blood brother Sleeping with that lethal weapon, playing Danny Glover AK40, all a hundred if we're talking numbers Riders' fucking with mobsters Niggas want beef? Turn them to pasta Load up the clip, shoot up your master Bang bang, bless them father Pesticide 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 'member me, nigga 'Til then I got my gun on me I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely (naw) Fucking streets on me Death row Jamaicans, murder your family Fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight I've got my gun on me 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 test the lion 'cause you'll get dropped on the spot Lick shot, drip drop over the soil Pot's hot 'til it boils To this Crip shit, I'm loyal Dip with us, ride with us Slide with us, sleep with us Sit with us, sip with us Bad lil' bitch wanna get with us Say she likes the French tip nails that I wear And how I'm so pimped out with dreads in my hair, yeah You got proof, now the truth is to dare Blue bandana, it's me and Montana At the Tropicana with Tanisha, Alisha, Lakesha, Savannah Nicknames for my blammer I got my gun on me I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely Fucking streets on me Death row Jamaicans, murder your family Fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight I got my gun on me The smell of blood in the bathroom Body laid 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 Over-killing, it ain't no coming back from it Then walked away with a demeanor like I just done it Something evil this way's coming For big face hundreds this bitch gets punished I got my gun on me I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely Fucking streets on me Death row Jamaicans, murder your family Fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight I got my gun on me
Writer(s): Khaled Mohammaed Khaled, Antoine Mccolister, David Brooks, Joseph B. Jefferson, Charles B. Simmons, Calvin Cordazor Broadus, Karim Kharbouch, Brad Jordan, Anthony Joseph Tucker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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