Fuck What Happens Tonight de French Montana

Fuck all that ho shit
Fuck all you fuck boys
Bitch, we're real hustlers
Get money...
It's We The Best music,
Bad Boy, Coke Boyz

I got my gun on me,
I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely
Fucking streets on me,
death row Jamaicans murder your family
Fuck what happens tonight,
fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight,
I've got my gun on me

It was murder she wrote, your name in blood
When the love's gone, your eyes diluted full of blood
Six cars full of goons, six blocks heard the boom
Dreadlocks, middle of June, head shots, get tombed
Stone, ten shots, five gone, 9/11 dial tone
You want it all, die alone
A war's going on nobody's safe from
Now we're talking to the judge when your day come
Like it was hard not to kill these niggas
It was like a full-time job not to kill these niggas
Eight figures, need the eight story mansion
While I'm strapped up two-stepping with the devil dancing
Diluted with blood in my eyes
Like a stillborn, niggas won't make it out alive, nigga

I got my gun on me,
I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely
Fucking streets on me,
death row Jamaicans murder your family
Fuck what happens tonight,
fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight,
I've got my gun on me

Fuck it, I'm ready to die tonight
Put it on mom with that clip on my back,
I loaded it twice
Just a call away, my niggas is ready, no matter the price
Playing with mine,
you niggas could get it including your wife
Isn't life a motherfucker?
Since seventeen that pistol's been my blood brother
Sleeping with that lethal weapon,
playing Danny Glover
AK40, own a hundred if we're talking numbers
Riders' fucking with mobsters
Niggas want beef? Turn them to pasta
Load up the clip, shoot up your mama
Bang bang, bless them father
Passed beside him, rest aside a lake
That's swimming with snakes inside
Look at my eyes, I hate disguises
Knife or gun, I compromise it
Oh Lord, I'm a ride on my enemies
If I die tonight, I bet them gangsters remember me
Nigga, until then...

I got my gun on me,
I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely
Fucking streets on me,
death row Jamaicans murder your family
Fuck what happens tonight,
fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight,
I've got my gun on me

From the depths of the sea, back to the block
With a bitch on my dick and a bottle of Ciroc
Tick tock, non-stop, blocker, blocker, blood clot
Don't piss the lion cause you'll get dropped on the spot
Lick shot, drip drop over the soil
Pot's hot until it boils
To this Crip shit, I'm loyal
Dip with us, ride with us, lie with us, sleep with us
Sit with us, fuck with us, babble bitch's better get with us
She likes the French tip nails that I wear
And how I'm so pimped out with dreads in my hair, yeah
You got truth, now the truth is to dare
Blue bandana, it's me and Montana
At the Tropicana with Tanehsa, Alisha, Lakesha, Savannah
Nicknames for my blammer

I got my gun on me,
I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely
Fucking streets on me,
death row Jamaicans murder your family
Fuck what happens tonight,
fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight,
I've got my gun on me

The smell of blood in the bathroom
Body layed out stiff full of stab wounds
I told this nigga I was coming back
Pussy must not have heard when I told him that
Nigga, it's eye for an eye
A life for a life, a body for a price
I want to smell his last breath took
And look him in the eyes
and make for sure he knows how death looks
Because I'm him, it's in the air, I can feel it
Shot him four times with the gun I was concealing
Overkilling, it ain't no coming back from it
Then walked away with a demeanour like I just done it
Something evil this way's coming
For big face hundreds this bitch gets punished

I got my gun on me,
I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely
Fucking streets on me,
death row Jamaicans murder your family
Fuck what happens tonight,
fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight,
I've got my gun on me

Que le den a todas esas tonterías
Que les den a todos esos imbéciles
Mujer, somos auténticos hustlers
Consiguiendo dinero...
Es música We The Best,
Bad Boy, Coke Boyz

Tengo mi arma conmigo,
les digo a mis hijos que nunca los dejaré solos
Malditas calles sobre mí,
los jamaicanos del corredor de la muerte asesinan tu familia
Que importa lo que pase esta noche,
que importa lo que pase esta noche
Que importa lo que pase esta noche,
tengo mi arma conmigo

Fue un asesinato, lo escribió, tu nombre en sangre
Cuando el amor se ha ido, tus ojos diluidos llenos de sangre
Seis coches llenos de matones, seis bloques oyeron la explosión
Trenzas, a mediados de junio, tiros en la cabeza, te mandan al cementerio
Piedra, diez disparos, cinco caídos, tono de llamada 9/11
Lo quieres todo, muere solo
Hay una guerra en marcha de la que nadie está a salvo
Ahora estamos hablando con el juez cuando llegue tu día
Como si fuera difícil no matar a estos tipos
Era como un trabajo a tiempo completo no matar a estos tipos
Ocho cifras, necesito la mansión de ocho pisos
Mientras estoy armado bailando con el diablo en dos tiempos
Diluidos con sangre en mis ojos
Como un niño nacido muerto, estos tipos no saldrán vivos, colega

Tengo mi arma conmigo,
les digo a mis hijos que nunca los dejaré solos
Malditas calles sobre mí,
los jamaicanos del corredor de la muerte asesinan tu familia
Que importa lo que pase esta noche,
que importa lo que pase esta noche
Que importa lo que pase esta noche,
tengo mi arma conmigo

Qué demonios, estoy listo para morir esta noche
Pónganlo sobre mamá con ese cargador en mi espalda,
lo recargué dos veces
Solo una llamada y mis colegas están listos, sin importar el precio
Jugando con los míos,
ustedes pueden conseguirlo incluyendo a tu mujer.
No es irónico la vida?
Desde los diecisiete esa pistola ha sido como un hermano para mí.
Durmiendo con esa arma letal,#
jugando a ser Danny Glover.
AK40, tengo cien si hablamos de números.
Montadores jodiendo con mafiosos.
Quieren carne? Convierte eso en pasta.
Cargamos el cargador y tiroteamos a tu madre.
Bang bang, bendícelos padre.
Pasé junto a él reposando al lado de un lago
que está lleno de serpientes por dentro.
Mira mis ojos; odio las máscaras.
Cuchillo o pistola; capto cualquier cosa.
Oh Señor; voy hacia mis enemigos.Si muero esta noche; apuesto a que esos gánsters me recordarán.
< b>Camarada; hasta entonces...

Tengo mi arma conmigo;
les digo a mis hijos que nunca los dejaré solos;
Malditas calles sobre mí;
los jamaicanos del corredor de la muerte asesinan tu familia;

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