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french montana - worst nightmare lyrics

feat. diddy

ayo french!
wuddup huh?
these n-gg-s thought i was motherf-ckin dead
it’s that resurrection music
(we come out the toms, you should the look on n-gg-s’ faces)
these n-gg-s’ worst motherf-ckin nightmare
when n-gg-s think you dead and you show up for breakfast eatin cornflakes on them n-gg-s
(like motherf-ckin lazarus, who’d you scare now n-gg-?)
put they b-tch in versace bathrobes and sh-t

i’m yo worst f-ckin nightmare (worst motherf-ckin nightmare)
rap’s first billionaire
i throw a million out the lit
c-ke boys, we changing weather every year
throw yo hands in the sky n-gg-s
pop a pill and get high n-gg-
get on this jet and let’s fly n-gg-s
tell the pilot to turn, we’re ready to die n-gg-s

ready to die n-gg-, ski mask on you dont see my eyes n-gg-
hundred rounds h-t your head make ya fly n-gg-
all black medusa shades on my eyes n-gg-
we the sh-t and the fly n-gg-
life’s good, aks nas n-gg-
g5 write your names in the sky n-gg-
dream team we’ll bury you alive n-gg-

n-gg-, you know that clown ain’t yo size n-gg-
and that hoe ain’t gon ride n-gg-
they wanna bury me alive n-gg-
but on the 3rd day i rose to sky n-gg-

i’m yo worst f-ckin nightmare
rap’s first billionaire
i throw a million out the lit
c-ke boys, we changing weather every year
throw yo hands in the sky n-gg-s
pop a pill and get high n-gg-
get on this jet and let’s fly n-gg-s
tell the pilot to turn, we’re ready to die n-gg-s

whip futuristic, crib ain’t listed
all my jewels on, i be lookin like a dish flip
red bottom lv’s, limited edition
new king of the city, better aks permission
turn bricks, face right on some keisha
rock star, great white, three stars, take flight!

now yo french tell these n-gg-s night night
i’m getting head in the front row fine night
i’m obnoxious, we got oscar’s
pouring ciroc out of helicopters
mc hammer couldn’t touch that
the day diddy retire i’m bringing puff back

first rap billionaire
ya heard
haaaaah
that’s my new sh-t
n-gg-s talkin to me, too much in my ear
i mean aha
you ain’t really
you really talk about nothing
unless you have a brown bag for me
b-tch!
haaaaah
don’t even call around holidays
first more, i’m bout to get a pager
a beeper, old school joint
ya know what i’m sayin?
haaaaah

ayo french
you see these n-gg-s f-cked up?
see when you lock the door
you supposed to throw away the key
time’s up motherf-ckers
we here now
yea
we came back right on time
you feel it?
bad boy
c-ke boys
mmg
sh-t
ayo grab yo b-tch, n-gg-
and hold her real tight and tell her how much you love her
buy a ring, buy a house
and you better impregnate the b-tch
get her pregnant real real quick
do something n-gg-
do something, man do get a get a job
motherf-ckin write a book
go to church
go back to school
get a game changer
cuz we here now and all the smoke and mirrors is gone, we exposing all motherf-ckin lames man
swag!
yea b-tch, swag
oh yea
oh yea she love it
she love it
yea, she love it
ah man, sh-t if you can’t beat em join em
yall all welcome, let’s go

- french montana lyrics

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