french montana – thrilla in manilla lyrics
(feat. tyga & ace hood)
godd-mn where the show’s at?
came with my n-gg-s but i’m leaving with my b-tches
came with my n-gg-s but i’m leaving with my b-tches
came with my n-gg-s but i’m leaving with my b-tches
came with my n-gg-s but i’m leaving with my b-tches
beat it up beat it up yea thrilla in manilla
beat it up beat it up yea thrilla in manilla
beat it up beat it up yea thrilla in manila
beat it up beat it up yea thrilla in manilla
hit with the bat, pull up like a mac,
nutted at the front but i hit it from the back,
off top, porsche with off top,
shine like a bald spot, garage like car lot,
came from the hard knoxs, sean carter on them b-tches,
ballin like nino in the carter on them b-tches,
rolling up a smoke then i pour a lil liquor,
then i kidnap ya b-tch, you be callin she don’t pick up,
f-ckin up her make-up, molly and a drinker,
talk 100 chain b-tch had to link up,
i ain’t f-ckin undercovers but i’m f-ckin up her her walls,
my arm all covered talkin john wall,
i’m a beast in the east, 100 chains on,
roll with them pushas and i ain’t big sean,
brown bag spender i had ya main b-tch trendin,
then p-ss to my dawg i don’t catch feelins
came with my n-gg-s but i’m leaving with my b-tches
came with my n-gg-s but i’m leaving with my b-tches
came with my n-gg-s but i’m leaving with my b-tches
came with my n-gg-s but i’m leaving with my b-tches
beat it up beat it up yea thrilla in manilla
beat it up beat it up yea thrilla in manilla
beat it up beat it up yea thrilla in manila
beat it up beat it up yea thrilla in manilla
t killa, 8 figure n-gg-, skinny ties on the drop but my b-tch -ss bigga,
i’m a home field hitta, you a play the bench n-gg-,
got a b-tch french vanilla, said my n-gg- french illa,
one man thrilla, the diabolical dealer,
i eat hoes for dinna, t raw carvin they denim,
n-gg- all in my feelings, i call em b-tches they women,
i’m throwin money the price i know this can’t be sinnin, one minute,
i bought it before they can rent it,
these pills hard as adrenaline, f-ck it son continuous,
can’t be actin timid, the cars a quarter million,
i’m far from being far close to broke n-gg-s,
no witness, you need a motherf-cker two seater,
gettin money outta state so long need a visa,
shout out my n-gg- marley mar house with the cheetah,
she gon suck d-ck and then she gon eat it cause ahh
came with my n-gg-s but i’m leaving with my b-tches
came with my n-gg-s but i’m leaving with my b-tches
came with my n-gg-s but i’m leaving with my b-tches
came with my n-gg-s but i’m leaving with my b-tches
beat it up beat it up yea thrilla in manilla
beat it up beat it up yea thrilla in manilla
beat it up beat it up yea thrilla in manila
beat it up beat it up yea thrilla in manilla
Random Lyrics
- bobby bare – she is gone lyrics
- bobby bare – last time lyrics
- bobby bare – a bird named yesterday lyrics
- trinidad james – gold on my macbook lyrics
- chief keef – hallelujah lyrics
- k koke – clap clap lyrics
- bruno mars – old & crazy lyrics
- bobby bare – white freight liner blues lyrics
- bobby bare – roses are red lyrics
- bobby bare – poison red berries lyrics