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french montana - black out lyrics

[bridge: french montana]
f-ck the baddest b-tch, make ’em tap out
woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out
still got millions in the trap house (stash house)
mix the pills and liquor ’til we black out

[pre-chorus: young thug]
my driveway cost a couple million just in cars
that loud weight, i just drop some chickens in that hole
fly by you in that brand new tesla like a shark
ménage à, i just had a few-some with your broad

[chorus: young thug]
i got b-tches on me, and i know they want me to raw dog
i was tryna listen to your problem, every one of them
i’ma wash my jewelry, all the rocks are ready to pop y’all
aye, yeah

[verse 1: french montana & young thug]
shout out to the trill n-gg-s, millions in the crack house
shout out to my n-gg-s keeping millions in the stash house
know we f-cking all the baddest b-tches, make ’em tap out
mixing all the pills with the liquor ’til we black out
livin’ so marvelous, we ready to smoke
i think i’m a gangsta, i’m jeffrey, i’m sosa
i came out the ‘nolia, huh
i ride with my brodie, huh
we leavin’ ’em cozy, huh
’cause they thinking they know me, huh
man that donkey made me black out
all the millions, man, we black out
all the foreigns, man, black out
all that work, made we black out
brand new old lady sittin’ beside me
i was 11 years old, then i turned 13 (mothaf-ck 12, n-gg-)

[verse 2: young thug & french montana]
okay, get it
hop up out the mothaf-ckin’ bentley with a big ol’ pistol on my side
i don’t want nothing with none of y’all, bro, y’all all gon’ die
all these n-gg-s think i’m g-y ’cause the way i wear my trousers
man, we scrambled to the third, money and the power, n-gg-
needle hit ya nerve, make millions on the curb
we live like dames, rich and famous
rock star tints black, duckin’ cages
yellow diamonds on me like a baby ducky
i just want your head, like a f-ckin’ monkey
i tried to make her -ss look fat and poked the back out
see me walk up in the spot, hundred racks out

[bridge: french montana]
f-ck the baddest b-tch, make ’em tap out
woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out
still got millions in the trap house (stash house)
mixing all the pills with the liquor ’til we black out

- french montana lyrics

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