Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck What Happens Tonight, artist - French Montana. Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fuck What Happens Tonight |
| 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, Ace Hood! |
| Fuck it, I’m ready to die tonight |
| Put it on mom with that clip on my back and 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 master |
| 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 test 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, slide with us, sleep with us |
| Sit with us, fuck with us, bad lil 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 |