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French Montana'in En Sevilen Şarkıları
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Krediler
PERFORMING ARTISTS
French Montana
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Karim Kharbouch
Songwriter
Bryan Attmore
Songwriter
Christopher Ward
Songwriter
Tee Romano
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tee Romano
Producer
BoogzDaBeast
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Hitmaka
Producer
Şarkı sözleri
(Hitmaka)
(Romano)
And I come from where I had no pot to piss in
M-M-Milli with no ice, I'm out here rocking Richard's
Birkin, YSL, my ho can't tell the difference (haan)
And you gon' have to die, I catch you in my business (haan)
Thirty racks and nina's, my bitch mad, she got to have it
Hell-Hellcat on the demon, hop out with that go-go gadget
VVS, these no SIs, you can't tell the difference
And you gon' have to die, I catch you in my business
I done floss so much I got to see a dentist (woah)
Bitch think she Serena, all the ice is tennis (brr, yeah)
Check my face card nigga, it ain't got no blemish
And fuck niggas, get blitzed at the line of scrimmage
L-L-Lambo truck, I swear these bitches in Bughatti's whippin'
Thirty-three M's on my bullshit, I'm Scottie Pippen
Tried to put me in a box, had to Roddy Ricch it
Big house up in the sky, made it out the trenches (sheesh)
And I left that ho alone
I gave the city back they thots hope they made it home
Yeah, I just covered up my heart with chrome (haan)
Screaming free my niggas 'til they home (Freebandz)
That's just how I'm living (haan)
And I come from where I had no pot to piss in
M-M-Milli with no ice, I'm out here rocking Richard's
Birkin, YSL, my ho can't tell the difference (haan)
And you gon' have to die, I catch you in my business (haan)
Thirty racks and nina's, my bitch mad, she got to have it (baow)
Hell-Hellcat on the demon, hop out with that go-go gadget
VVS, these no S signs, you can't tell the difference
And you gon' have to die, I catch you in my business
She was geekin' for attention, gave her to the streets
Necklace cost your pension, we hop out in fleeks
Take the "What" and leave the "What", all I got to eat
See me out in public, I look like a Sheikh
Niggas swear that they was gangstas, we play for keeps
That's a rental not a purchase
Boy go pay your lease
Say the richest in the room pro'ly say the least
Well, I ain't got nothin' to say better receipt
Ridin' in the coup with a bitch that barely eat
She think she unique
I just left her in the sheets (haan)
And at they out to rob us
So I'm trappin'
You know I keep the heat
Brought up in the trenches
Boy don't make me reach (pow! Pow! Pow! Pow!)
And I come from where I had no pot to piss in
M-M-Milli with no ice, I'm out here rocking Richard's
Birkin, YSL, my ho can't tell the difference (haan)
And you gon' have to die, I catch you in my business (haan)
Thirty racks and nina's, my bitch mad, she got to have it (baow)
Hell-Hellcat on the demon, hop out with that go-go gadget
VVS, these no S signs, you can't tell the difference
And you gon' have to die, I catch you in my business
Writer(s): Gregory S. Perry, Angelo Bond, Christian Ward, Jahmal Desmond Gwin, Karim Kharbouch, Terrance Harrison, Tee Romano, Ace Redd, Sean Aaron Momberger
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