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french montana - i ain't gonna lie lyrics

[intro: foreign girl (french montana)]
(what’s your favorite drug?) i like mdma, quite a lot of this
(what about cocaine?) i like cocaine, but sometimes
when i take too much cocaine, it makes me very cold
(yeah?) i don’t like that
and the last week, i took so much cocaine
i was sleeping the whole sunday, and i wake up on monday

(puff told me “they gon’ love you, baby
but that money might drive you crazy”, haaaan)

[hook: french montana]
and i ain’t gonna lie
you be smokin’, i be drinkin’, i ain’t gonna lie
i just need some bad b-tches, i ain’t gonna lie
we ain’t never had sh-t, i ain’t gonna lie
wallahi we made it, i ain’t gonna lie
(i ain’t lying) i ain’t gonna lie
i say, i ain’t gonna lie, i ain’t gonna lie
i ain’t gonna lie, i ain’t gonna lie
i ain’t gonna lie, i ain’t gonna lie
i ain’t gonna lie

[verse 1: lil wayne]
i see all my homeboys here, so let me put my gun up
price on ya head, where do i get rung up?
i be with sc-mbags, all about that humbug
while n-ggas savin’ hoes like dun, dun, dun, dun, dun
choke ya -ss with nunchuks, trunk full of blum blums
young money, young guns, heroes, unsung
give that b-tch pom poms, touch down my n-gga
sittin’ on my money, a junk pile my n-gga
don’t come ’round my n-ggas, don’t come ’round my n-gga
we ballin, never commend dumb fouls my n-gga
we been hustling since mike tyson punch out my n-gga
feds listenin’, okay, that’s enough about my n-ggas
yeah, sippin’ on a little sumin’ sumin’, mind ya business
got these hoes waitin’ while i’m doin’ calisthenics
and she give me head while her lips movin’ a mile a minute
and that b-tch you kissin’ on just came out the clinic, i ain’t lyin’
n-gga i ain’t finished, smokin’ on that good weed
what’s that scent? not a penny
montana, corleone, capone, gotti, nitti
i can’t show ’em how i do it, now only how i did it
lil tunechi

[verse 2: french montana]
my dogs stick together like new money
gettin’ new money before the blue money
from the grave to the charts, shorty -ss in the front
rose from the ashes, she fl!ckin’ the blunt
talkin’ roof of the trunk, skip school, ferris bueller
hop out with the smith & wesson, don’t front
shorty dyin’ for the money and the jewels, lord
put diamonds in the sole of her shoes, lord
had a dream about a dream, suit to the sewer
i ain’t count days, let my days countin’ truly
all i wanted was a sp-ce ship chain dangle
no money in her pocket, f-cked her on the pool table
wash my sins while i’m washin’ money
talkin’ sh-t, yeah n-gga, fish tale of the fishscale
ray charles all black big versace shades
malcolm x double up, yeah n-gga, domino
put the plan in motion, tints say i’m ghostin’
tw-t, tannin’ lotion, yacht, atlantic ocean
straight to his head, talkin’ reggie miller sh-t
run up on ya yacht on the water, captain phillips sh-t
we be smokin’ on some water sh-t
swingin’ iron golf of mexico drug dealership (haaan!)

- french montana lyrics

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