Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tadoww, artist - French Montana. Album song Coke Boys, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.04.2012
Record label: Coke Boys
Song language: English
Tadoww |
| My choppa go Tadow |
| It’ll turn you inside out |
| Her ass like Tadow |
| My money like Tadow |
| Bling, Tadow (Money) |
| Bling, Tadow (Money) |
| Ratchet, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat, Tadow |
| My choppa go Tadow |
| Her ass like Tadow |
| My money like Tadow |
| My car like Tadow |
| Bitch, bling Tadow |
| Bitch, bling Tadow, money |
| Ratchet, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat, Tadow |
| Yeah, money on my mind, molly in my cup |
| Mix with that wine, sowy in my blunt |
| If that’s your zodiac fine, I don’t give a fuck |
| If you rep them dollar signs, go and put em' up |
| Fuck that I don’t buck back |
| See I buck first, move the fuck back |
| I bag that, I’ll pump that, I’ll real estate, I’ll Trump that |
| Y’all be where them chumps at |
| Y’all be where them punks at |
| I’ll be where them Choppas, Uzi’s, AK’s, and pumps at |
| Name a town or city, I ripped it in |
| A car or model, I whipped it in |
| A face or shape, I been wit her |
| If not wit her, a bitch similar |
| G’s on deck, I really live this shit |
| Back from Lefrak, rack, rack city bitch |
| Last name «Money» |
| First name «I Love This» |
| So «Love This Money» is my mothafuckin' government |
| Test me uh uh |
| Shoot you right there |
| Leave you right there |
| Leave the scene, tall nigga with long hair |
| Her ass like tada |
| Give me that whole enchilada |
| Pop that pussy for my wallet |
| Sex is a weapon, ch ch pa pa |
| And I’m ridin' around I’m gettin' it |
| You already know my steelo |
| I’m big like sellin' kilos |
| And you small, small like peehole |
| And the choppa on my backseat |
| Hand reach no plan B |
| I’m the type of nigga wear a pistol to the Grammy’s |
| Test me uh uh |
| Shoot you right there |
| Leave you right there |
| Leave the scene, tall nigga with long hair |
| If you ain’t talkin' dollas |
| I ain’t tryin' to holler |
| Push been on this rap shit |
| Fuckin' with them guallas |
| Fuckin' with them eses |
| Fillin' up them chargers |
| Gas ain’t in them gas tanks |
| Them shits filled with powder |
| Caskets for you cowards |
| Bang out, let it rang out |
| Call my choppa Method Man |
| The way it bring that pain out |
| Rah! |
| You heard that |
| Ain’t no way to swerve that |
| Bullets flip, you on yo ass |
| That choppa push that curb back |
| Yughck, fuckin' round with the wrong one |
| Yughck, spazzin' out like I’m on one |
| Dark skin nigga wit a long gun |
| Right there, that’s nightmare |
| Like Elm Street, this hell week |
| I’m candy man with that white chyeah |