Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lord Tryin To Tell Me , by - French Montana. Release date: 06.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lord Tryin To Tell Me |
| Oww! |
| Yeah |
| Vigilante Season |
| Boss Don, Dame Grease |
| Let’s get 'em, yeah |
| These streets, I got 'em in a smash |
| If it’s worth it, throw his body to the surface |
| Everything is picture perfect |
| Dog I wouldn’t change a thing, got these niggas hatin' me |
| Never once did they judge me when I couldn’t make it rain |
| If you see that Boss Don, he deliver |
| Every song, bitches they quiver, whenever I give 'em heavy dong |
| Got that bezzy on my arm and it glisten like a charm, I’m the man |
| See Jimmy, he my biggest fan, nigga damn |
| See I do this shit for fun, I was only toying with that cockaroach |
| Now it’s time to ride, we got lots of coke |
| Know I cop the best shit on the streets, why you envy? |
| Hit me with some punani, baby don’t be stingy |
| Baby don’t be tryna diss the Boss Don Bigga, nigga no |
| It’s best thing that I get the dough |
| Higher stratuspheres, I can take you there, just grab my hand |
| Make you disappear like the Magic Man, tragic, damn |
| The lord is tryna tell you somethin' (somethin') somethin' (somethin') |
| Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror… |
| … then don’t know who you are (are) |
| Po-Po they almost caught it in the crib but we flushed it (flushed it) |
| Flushed it (flushed it) |
| Gain Greene gettin' money, you bitches, I hope you notice the cars, awwww |
| (Oh why?) You can see it in my eyes, I’m tryna ride |
| (Oh why?) You in heaven but nobody waan die |
| (Oh why?) I love fi see a battyman cry |
| Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror then don’t know who you are |
| We hear to stay like sickle cell |
| And you can tell I’m through these faces like Trenton Trail |
| Montana, Biggavell, on-camera, get you killed, fit the bill |
| Cop kinda work that don’t fit the scale |
| Niggas try to counterfeit me and my niggas style |
| I be lookin' on that WorldStar, watch a nigga style and try to book 'em |
| Fuck up your budget, the cannon bust and them shots flying |
| Fresh outta high school to the league, Mount Zion |
| I’m like Kobe with the.40, McGrady with the.80 |
| Shaq with the Mac, put a hole in your back |
| I’m a product of that product they be baggin' up |
| Coke Boyz, prices on his head, toe-tag 'em up |
| You niggas underpaid, went and got the London Wave |
| Gain Greene/Coke Wave renegades |
| You know them niggas gun a hot, 100 shots |
| You know we run the streets, what the bumboclaat |
| Montana, bitch |
| The lord is tryna tell you somethin' (somethin') somethin' (somethin') |
| Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror… |
| … then don’t know who you are (are) |
| Po-Po they almost caught it in the crib but we flushed it (flushed it) |
| Flushed it (flushed it) |
| Gain Greene gettin' money, you bitches, I hope you notice the cars, awwww |
| (Oh why?) You can see it in my eyes, I’m tryna ride |
| (Oh why?) You in heaven but nobody waan die |
| (Oh why?) I love fi see a battyman cry |
| Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror then don’t know who you are |
| Back up in this shit again, me and Dame Grease we got another hit again |
| Scratch workers in tenements |
| I’m innocent, wasn’t even there |
| People whisper when they see me like, «That's him! |
| That’s him! |
| «Benjamins, get 'em by the bunch, bullets hit him by the bunch in his gut |
| He salty 'cause his bitch a slut, lift her up |
| Beat it while I’m standing, 'cause she cheated, I’m the man |
| Pop that cannon in a jam, I was the man when I was vanned |
| Now the bitches do whatever I say, «Baby, give me some. |
| Fix me up. |
| Hit you with the K."I get plenty munch |
| Y’all niggas know where he from, we Harlem, bitch |
| Ridin' on you faggots, y’all gon' hear me come |
| Y’all niggas gon' hear me dump (dump) at my rival crew |
| This 50 bag inside my shoe, 5th of Grand Cru |
| Y’all know how we do, this is how we move on our enemies |
| Kill 'em all one by one |
| Bend 'em up in piles, I’m gon' send 'em up to style, wow |
| The lord is tryna tell you somethin' (somethin') somethin' (somethin') |
| Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror… |
| … then don’t know who you are (are) |
| Po-Po they almost caught it in the crib but we flushed it (flushed it) |
| Flushed it (flushed it) |
| Gain Greene gettin' money, you bitches, I hope you notice the cars, awwww |
| (Oh why?) You can see it in my eyes, I’m tryna ride |
| (Oh why?) You in heaven but nobody waan die |
| (Oh why?) I love fi see a battyman cry |
| Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror then don’t know who you are |
| (Oh why?) You can see it in my eyes, I’m tryna ride |
| (Oh why?) You in heaven but nobody waan die |
| (Oh why?) I love fi see a battyman cry |
| Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror then don’t know who you are |