Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hey My Guy, artist - French Montana.
Date of issue: 10.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hey My Guy |
I pull up on the corner stuntin like hey my guy |
Its mac wit da cheese hey my guy |
I got it for the low-low hey my guy |
You talking to the po-po hey my guy |
Breaking down the brick, choppin down the rock |
Break it down, bag it up, shuttin down the block (2X) |
See I’m bout to start trial for this murder shit |
Satan want my soul but I’m riding nigga suck a dick |
Layin just to pluck a chick playin I’m gone fuck his bitch |
She don’t know my guy |
See some niggas in the trenches that was skeemin on my ride |
Bitches creamin on my ride, feenin for my high |
Got the po-po got that one hand up they leaning on my guy |
Fucking bitches make me sick |
But I just give them the finger and keep rolling wit my guy |
Keep strolling wit my guy, got mommy in the caddy and she blowing on my guy |
This shit ain’t for no wager this bitch owe me a favor |
This nig owe me some paper they raided all my pies |
Damn that patty wagon they taking all my guys |
They be raiding on my tribe knowing I’m a 3 time felon |
Pop a shot up at ya melon bitch chop dat powder selling it |
Copped it for the hell of it made her play my guy |
Said she fuck wit Justin Timberlake bitch go get my dinner plate |
I pull up on the corner stuntin like hey my guy |
Bumpin Don Biggavel damn I miss my guy |
Shorty curve said she ain’t tryna fuck tonight |
So I made a U-turn on the first right |
Man I gotta be cold fast money and hoes |
United we stand divided we fall |
Miley Cyrus |
Nigga don’t blow my high |
I think I see a nasty bitch tryna fuck up my life |
I’m with the shooters and the slurpers wit my homie |
Run train never save them pictures on my phonin |
Macaroni wit da cheese hey my guy |
I’m on two «deconfries» hey my guy |