No Stylist – French Montana (Testo)
Testo No Stylist French Montana Ecco il Testo No Stylist French Montana, la nuova canzone di French Montana. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. Ooh Yeah, louder Hey, hey I'm in London, got my beat from London Iced out (Stylist), no stylist (Stylist) New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (Huh, haan) Lifestyle (Stylist), no stylist (Stylist) Louboutin, Jimmy Choo, that's on you (Haan) Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (Tears) Hoppin' out the jet, Lears (Lear) Bad bitches gettin' wet, here Yes, don't call me 'til the checks clear (Clear) (Louder) Fuck they talkin' 'bout? Fast talk, runnin' laps Nah, I'm not playin' that shit French Vanilla sippin' on Lear jets pickin' up Hong Kong, Morocco, I'm here No stylist And I ain't playin' with these bitches, they childish (Haan) Yeah, look around, they quiet She said I ain't got no heart, bitch, find it Iced out (Stylist), no stylist (Stylist) New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (Huh, haan) Lifestyle (Stylist), no stylist (Stylist) Louboutin, Jimmy Choo, that's on you (Haan) Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (Tears) Hoppin' out the jet, Lears (Lear) Bad bitches gettin' wet, here Yes, don't call me 'til the checks clear (Clear) (Louder) I got the game in a squeeze Who disagree? I wanna see one of y'all run up a B Yeah, two open seats, we flyin' at seven and packed for the beach Yeah, keepin' it G, I told her, "Don't wear no 350s 'round me" Iced out, no stylist No Chanel, Nike track, doin' road with some waps And that's Capo in the back, and that's swole in the back Don't need Gucci on my back, TVGucci got my back Don't know where y'all niggas at, I've been here, I've been back In Delilah, word to Zack, I need action, that's a fact Iced out (Stylist), no stylist (Stylist) New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (Huh, haan) Lifestyle (Stylist), no stylist (Stylist) Louboutin, Jimmy Choo, that's on you (Haan) Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (Tears) Hoppin' out the jet, Lears (Lear) Bad bitches gettin' wet, here Yeah, don't call me 'til the checks clear (Clear) Iced out (Stylist), no stylist (Stylist) New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (Huh, haan) Lifestyle (Stylist), no stylist (Stylist) Louboutin, Jimmy Choo, that's on you (Haan) No stylist No stylist
Splash Brothers – French Montana (Testo)
Testo Splash Brothers French Montana Ecco il Testo Splash Brothers French Montana, la nuova canzone di French Montana. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. (M-M-M-M) Haan? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Young Montana and The Coke Wave Feds said they got the whole thing on tape The trial about to start in four days So we gonna rise to the top Yeah, Anastasia, Splash and Frenchie Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Young Montana and Lil Weezyana Fat pockets got my pants lookin' like MC Hammer's I piss a nigga off until he got an empty bladder A hustler, baby, I can sell Nevada to Nevada Huh, I'm on that coke wave Stay in your own lane Nigga, I got road rage Got old money, I got hundreds about your age Got OGs listenin' to me like the O'Jays Okay, I used to run the corner like a jet sweep Talking all Coca-Cola no Pepsi All gold Rollie-pollie on my left wing Drop the cocaine in the water, that's a wet dream Never stepped on the work, no footprints All these bad bitches make it hard to find a good bitch Coke Boy, yeah, white girl, yeah Hot boy, yeah, Spice Girl, yeah Young Mula Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Young Montana and The Coke Wave Feds said they got the whole thing on tape The trial about to start in four days So we gonna rise to the top Yeah, Anastasia, Splash and Frenchie Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Montana) On double MG, I'll fuck a rapper's wife (huh) Blow a Birkin on her and I won't even touch her twice (haan?) Your favorite rapper in the precinct writing essays When Hov took a break, I had the city for a decade (argh) Culture top three, we done started up the wave (wave) You only get your flowers when I put 'em on your grave (put 'em on your grave) Niggas stay schemin', but they ain't ready to pop that (pop that) Coke Boys move keys, where the locks at? (Coke Boy, baby) Diamond singles, platinum albums, and a drop coupe (skrrt) Might take my Hollywood bitches and start a pop group (woo) Niggas crack fiends for the rap memes Took one to the head like Suge in the black Beam' (bah) I follow OGs, not the IG Me and Splash Brothers like the Isleys I couldn't rhyme fast, made the pie stretch (haan?) Devil on my heels like Lil Nas X (woo) My country girl mad, I faded like Boosie on her My city girl ride with the Uzi on her (bah-bah-bah) You been a doja, word to Doja Cat (Coke Boys, baby) Call you Soulja Slim 'cause we don't know you, clap (ah) Who you stuntin' on? My bitch got a bigger truck (skrrt) Paul Pierce on live, I don't give a fuck (Montana) Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Young Montana and The Coke Wave Feds said they got the whole thing on tape The trial about to start in four days So we gonna rise to the top Yeah, Anastasia, Splash and Frenchie Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Montana) Huh, biggest (M-M-M-M) Never ask, I only came to do the devil's task Feelin' fast, so I just gotta get a pedal gas Never crash, I'm spendin' money like I never had Several bags I give to bitches that'll never last (uh) Say my name, niggas lookin' for you with treasure maps (woo) Can't pedal back, and I'm surprised your label ain't collapsed (hahaha) Wavin' flags, but you the one we all still aimin' at (huh) 40 bottles and left you pussies with the table tab (brrt) Therefore, apologize before you in a lot of rhymes And I done smoked a lot of niggas and a lot of mine (woo) Celebratin' after scores and that's a lot of fines Or I could turn you niggas up and that's the bottom line (Maybach Music) Young Montana and The Coke Wave Feds said they got the whole thing on tape The trial about to start in four days So we gonna rise to the top