Keyshia Cole You Lyrics (Feat Remy Ma & French Montana)

Keyshia Cole You Lyrics (Feat Remy Ma & French Montana)

Artist : Keyshia Cole Feat Remy Ma & French Montana
Title : You

Keyshia Cole You Lyrics (Feat Remy Ma & French Montana)

You just played me for the last time
I'm done f*cking with you
Keep coming with the same lines
Everything but the truth

You picked the wrong one yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
You just played me for the last time
I'm done f*cking with you

So know I’m not the one for the bullsh*t
I empty out the closet like a full clip
You tried so hard to get at me
I wish you would've left me when you met me

Whole squad said you was a hoe though
Let breezy know these n*ggas ain't loyal
Blowin' up my phone turn my phone off
Can't take no b*tch n*gga phone call

You just played me for the last time
I’m done f*cking with you
Keep coming with the same lines
Everything but the truth

You picked the wrong one yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
You just played me for the last time
I'm done f*cking with you

You picked the wrong one
Now you pick the right one
Got no love left
And I ain't even tryna fight dumb

You keep your birds Cause I’m gone when my flight come
You know what you did and honestly I been type done
How you getting hoes take em home then you wife them
It's really no comparison cause I ain't nothing like them

Bestie said f*ck him I'm like don't get me hype cause
At one point would had been gun point on site bum

Now I look at it like oowww That something light hun
I'm happy that its over yeah you only had a slight run
I can be a fowl b*tch f*ck your whole life up
I might spend the night with your bro out of spite cause you a f*ck n*gga

You just played me for the last time
I'm done f*cking with you
Keep coming in with the same lines
Everything but the truth

You picked the wrong one yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
You just played me for the last time
I’m done f*cking with you

You picked the wrong one yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
You picked the wrong one yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby

You know these hoes ain't loyal
Mama always told me these hoes ain't for you
That’s why we never mix Like water with the oil
Baby keep the pussy mine And Ima keep ya spoiled
And you know

Real one hold you down like a real army
But I picked the wrong one like Steve Harvey
Same boss boat dock for 8 days
But you a thot selling box on the back page

Sitting Reminiscing Way before I started tripping
About what he said and she said
But I ain't having it Your game weak like seven nights
Coming with the same lines like trumps wife

You just played me for the last time
I'm done f*cking with you
Keep coming with the same lines
Everything but the truth

You picked the wrong one yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
You just played me for the last time
I'm done f*cking with you

You picked the wrong one yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby
You picked the wrong one yea yea
You picked the wrong one baby

The wrong one
The wrong one
You know you picked the wrong one

French Montana & Diddy - Can't Fell My Face Lyrics

French Montana & Diddy - Can't Fell My Face Lyrics

Artist : French Montana & Diddy
Title : Can't Fell My Face

French Montana & Diddy - Can't Fell My Face Lyrics

Yeah
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Aw yeah

Cocaine on the table I wasn't always able
I watch these n*ggas get rich all in these f*ckin' fables
They like to cook the numbers We don't cook the numbers
We just want the summer You can have that woman

These n*ggas really out here trippin' mane
I can't feel my face
I can't feel my face

I was whippin' on the stove and watching bootleg cable
I was whippin' on two pots like I was Hussein Fatal
I was diggin' through the crates like Big L Joe Crack baby
Have a shootout on that corner Right by Larry Davis

Shoutout the G We roll ourselves You block Them boys who's dangerous
Got me mixin' pills and liquor I can't feel my face
Shoutouts to the Lynch Mob They make the hood famous

Gangsta What your name is
Gangsta What your name is

These niggas really out here trippin' mane
I can't feel my face
I can't feel my face

Lord thank you for all the aspiration you gave us You tell
Tell Buddha He say for every day you wake up You're born again
Sometimes I gotta I have you act like you sometimes
You know this You act like I don't see nothing
You know I act like I'm just numb to the
To the pain 'cause I'm bleedin' on the inside
That's why I do the things I do

Jeezy - Going Crazy (Feat French Montana) Lyrics

Jeezy - Going Crazy (Feat French Montana) Lyrics

Jeezy - Going Crazy (Feat French Montana) Lyrics

Yeeah haa
What's Up
You know what it is when you hear that hann

Crazy!!!
Jizzle!!!
Yeeah!!!
It's Montana from the bottom of the trap

Heard that new Jizzle Boy he going crazy
Dropped some new sh*t And boy he going crazy
Dropped it in the spot and they was going crazy
Brought it back from the top and they was going crazy

Real b*tches at the spot and they was going crazy
Real n*gga back on top You know we going crazy
B*tch it's Jizzle from the block you know he going crazy
When they play this at the spot that b*tch be going crazy

Said I'm just that n*gga B*tch I'm just that n*gga
And this is me talking B*tch it ain't the liquor
Diamonds in my damn chain I'm going fishing
I talk to your b*tch here like a politician

Told her give me brain Take me Mulsanne
You know that n*gga wanna try some new things
You know she ate it up just like a carnivore
I'm counting old paper Call it dinosaur

Got a b*tch in Oakland Got a b*tch in Fresno
Said she like the taste She drinking like Prosecco
I'm killing with the field I'm Charlie Manson b*tch
Exactly what you want I'm strapped and handsome b*tch

Heard that new Jizzle Boy he going crazy
Dropped some new sh*t And boy he going crazy
Dropped it in the spot and they was going crazy
Brought it back from the top and they was going crazy

Real b*tches at the spot and they was going crazy
Real n*gga back on top You know we going crazy
B*tch it's Jizzle from the block you know he going crazy
When they play this at the spot that b*tch be going crazy

Montana from the block got 'em going crazy
My youngins slanging white like it's still the 80's
You claim that you the realest when your watch fugazi
Show me whose your jeweler man That boy crazy

She tried to charge me for the box Man this shawty crazy
I ain't tryna blow your spot up but this b*tch is crazy
All I wanted was a mil' and a new Mercedes
Now I'm jumping on these n*ggas like the new McGrady

White House Black Rollie
In South Bronx they know me
You can't talk Gotta show me
Them brown bags Y'all owe me

Take these then call me
That brain freeze ain't on me
You can't hate Can't hold me
I whip foreigns like I stole 'em

Montana!!!

Heard that new Jizzle Boy he going crazy
Dropped some new sh*t And boy he going crazy
Dropped it in the spot and they was going crazy
Brought it back from the top and they was going crazy

Real b*tches at the spot and they was going crazy
Real n*gga back on top You know we going crazy
B*tch it's Jizzle from the block you know he going crazy
When they play this at the spot that b*tch be going crazy

Don't smoke up on my weed lil b*tch I'm serious
She thinking we together She delirious
From the cradle to the grave Cradle to the grave
Who made this beat This sound like this was tailor made

You know I'm in that bitch just like expensive suits, money
B*tch I'm in that mansion just like the Yeezy boots
I got rich off butter b*tch That Betty Crocker
B*tch it ain't my fault just like I'm Silkk The Shocker

Heard that new Jizzle Boy he going crazy
Dropped some new sh*t I got them going crazy
Dropped it in the spot and they was going crazy
Brought it back from the top and they was going crazy

Real b*tches at the spot and they was going crazy
Real nigga back on top You know we going crazy
B*tch it's Jizzle from the block you know he going crazy
When they play this at the spot that b*tch be going crazy

French Montana Feat Drake - No Shopping Lyrics

French Montana Feat Drake - No Shopping Lyrics

Sipping on the drank Sipping on the drank
Sipping on the drank Sipping on the drank
All about the mula All abput the mula
Word to the bird I ain't never take her fur shopping

Running through them keys way before Khaled
Running with the pushas way before Malice
Word to the five I'm the one like four minus
Caught her off the rebound Ben Wallace Gave her four dollars

Sipping on the drank Sipping on the drank
Sipping on the drank I ain't tryna think
When it get hot Bodies start dropping
Hit the strip club Told them hoes gon' get the mopping

Word to Diddy We Cirocin'
Word to Biggie We'll be Pac-in'
I just bought Selena's crib I'm poppin'
I just told Drizzy Let me take Serena to the tropics

Sipping on the drank Sipping on the drank
Sipping on the drank I ain't tryna think
Sitting high 6 God cover
Tell them hoes get low 6 God coming

Sipping on the drank Sipping on the drank
Sipping on the drank Sipping on the drank
All about the mula All about the mula
Word to the bird I ain't never take her fur shopping

Pump Pump Pump it
She got a good head on her But I pump it up
I'm not a one hit wonder They know all my stuff
You let me turn into the n*gga that you almost was

I done seen a lot of sh*t and I done been in things
And I never started nothing I just finish things
And I'm sell of like the man that brought me in this thing
How you out here celebrating like the winning team?

No,calm down Calm down
Sh*t ain't how you think it is Take a look around
I'm supposed to be on a vacation right now
But I'm home wilding Word to DJ Khaled back

With another one I'm steady dropping bombs on your head top
Been that way since I could make your bed rock
I'm on Bloor where you can't shop
B*tch I just rapped and it went pop

Next move better than my last move
Your next move can't erase your past moves
Took her out once she got attached to him
Ring Ring Click I'll get back to 'em

You don't really want the views
You don't really want a snapshot of things going on with the crew
You don't wanna hear not nice did thirteen
And did another two for some other sh*t he didn't to

Last week Bwoy dem running in the room
This week sold one point two
Yeah It's a Boucheron baby boy
Yeah and I know Taraji like I'm baby boy

And I f*ck with Weezy and I'm baby's boy
Yeah we the Army Better yet the Navy boy

Sipping on the drank Sipping on the drank
Sipping on the drank I ain't tryna think
All about the mula All about the mula
Word to the bird I ain't never take her fur shopping

Sipping on the drank Sipping on the drank
Sipping on the drank I ain't tryna think
All about the mula All about the mula
Word to the bird I ain't never take her fur shopping

The birds want rings and things You know
But we'll never take the bird shopping You know
Still You already done know
Big up Six God