| Fuck all that ho shit
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| Fuck all you fuck boys
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| Bitch, we’re real hustlers
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| Get money…
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| It’s We The Best music, Bad Boy, Coke Boyz
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| I got my gun on me, I tell my kids I’ll never leave them lonely
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| Fucking streets on me, death row Jamaicans, murder your family
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| Fuck what happens tonight, fuck what happens tonight
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| Fuck what happens tonight, I’ve got my gun on me
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| It was murder she wrote, your name in blood
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| When the love’s gone, your eyes diluted full of blood
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| Six cars full of goons, six blocks heard the boom
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| Dreadlocks, middle of June, head shots, get tombed
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| Stone, ten shots, five gone, 9/11 dial tone
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| You want it all, die alone
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| A war’s going on nobody’s safe from
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| Now we’re talking to the judge when your day come
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| Like it was hard not to kill these niggas
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| It was like a full-time job not to kill these niggas
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| Eight figures, need the eight story mansion
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| While I’m strapped up two-stepping with the devil dancing
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| Diluted with blood in my eyes
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| Like a stillborn, niggas won’t make it out alive, nigga
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| I got my gun on me, I tell my kids I’ll never leave them lonely
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| Fucking streets on me, death row Jamaicans, murder your family
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| Fuck what happens tonight, fuck what happens tonight
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| Fuck what happens tonight, I’ve got my gun on me, Ace Hood!
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| Fuck it, I’m ready to die tonight
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| Put it on mom with that clip on my back and I loaded it twice
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| Just a call away, my niggas is ready, no matter the price
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| Playing with mine, you niggas could get it including your wife
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| Isn’t life a motherfucker?
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| Since seventeen that pistol’s been my blood brother
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| Sleeping with that lethal weapon, playing Danny Glover
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| AK40, own a hundred if we’re talking numbers
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| Riders' fucking with mobsters
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| Niggas want beef? |
| Turn them to pasta
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| Load up the clip, shoot up your master
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| Bang bang, bless them father
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| Passed beside him, rest aside a lake
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| That’s swimming with snakes inside
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| Look at my eyes, I hate disguises
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| Knife or gun, I compromise it
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| Oh Lord, I’m a ride on my enemies
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| If I die tonight, I bet them gangsters remember me
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| Nigga, until then…
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| I got my gun on me, I tell my kids I’ll never leave them lonely
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| Fucking streets on me, death row Jamaicans, murder your family
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| Fuck what happens tonight, fuck what happens tonight
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| Fuck what happens tonight, I’ve got my gun on me
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| From the depths of the sea, back to the block
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| With a bitch on my dick and a bottle of Ciroc
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| Tick tock, non-stop, blocker, blocker, blood clot
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| Don’t test the lion cause you’ll get dropped on the spot
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| Lick shot, drip drop over the soil
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| Pot’s hot until it boils
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| To this Crip shit, I’m loyal
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| Dip with us, ride with us, slide with us, sleep with us
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| Sit with us, fuck with us, bad lil bitch’s better get with us
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| She likes the French tip nails that I wear
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| And how I’m so pimped out with dreads in my hair, yeah
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| You got truth, now the truth is to dare
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| Blue bandana, it’s me and Montana
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| At the Tropicana with Tanehsa, Alisha, Lakesha, Savannah
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| Nicknames for my blammer
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| I got my gun on me, I tell my kids I’ll never leave them lonely
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| Fucking streets on me, death row Jamaicans, murder your family
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| Fuck what happens tonight, fuck what happens tonight
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| Fuck what happens tonight, I’ve got my gun on me
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| The smell of blood in the bathroom
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| Body layed out stiff full of stab wounds
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| I told this nigga I was coming back
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| Pussy must not have heard when I told him that
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| Nigga, it’s eye for an eye
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| A life for a life, a body for a price
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| I want to smell his last breath took
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| And look him in the eyes and make for sure he knows how death looks
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| Because I’m him, it’s in the air, I can feel it
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| Shot him four times with the gun I was concealing
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| Overkilling, it ain’t no coming back from it
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| Then walked away with a demeanour like I just done it
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| Something evil this way’s coming
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| For big face hundreds this bitch gets punished
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| I got my gun on me, I tell my kids I’ll never leave them lonely
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| Fucking streets on me, death row Jamaicans, murder your family
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| Fuck what happens tonight, fuck what happens tonight
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| Fuck what happens tonight, I’ve got my gun on me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck What Happens Tonight, artist - French Montana. Album song Excuse My French, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп