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Elijah Blake – Frenemies

Yeah, I had no deposits
I was down, and now my life is just the opposite
Free all in my zones
Palm Beach to Orlando
Dog, I miss my cousin [??]
We’re still waiting on the [?] any day now
I still reach out to your sister
Just to let her know we miss it
Still remember all the crazy days
When we were kids, we ruled the world
Yeah, we were stupid
They never tested cause they know it worked the shits
Your reputation bad, but [?]
But that was then, man, I’m just tryina
Trust nobody, man, I had to learn the hard way
Trust nobody, real niggas dying er’day
Trust nobody, watch them frenemies who love to hate
No, no
No, no
I don’t
Trust nobody, babe, I had to learn the hard way
Shooter shooting over pennies
I ain’t talking hard away
Trust nobody, watch them frenemies who love to hate
No, no
No, no
I don’t Trust nobody, man, I had to learn the hard way
Trust nobody, real niggas dying er’day
Trust nobody, watch them frenemies who love to hate
No, no
No, no
I don’t
Trust nobody, babe, I had to learn the hard way
Shooter shooting over pennies
I ain’t talking hard away
Trust nobody, watch them frenemies who love to hate
No, no
No, no
I don’t
I just seen a nigga losing his life over some [?]
Nowadays you’d better ruff cup in your shit
Fashion killers on the mood, they want that mood to freeway
You can’t be broke if you fly, you might get you a new man
See the nigga set aside just to lead the wifey
Bro, what happened to the vows in holy matrimony? And to make it even worse, you cheated with your family
Not your blood, but you still call her family
When we were kids, we ruled the world
Yeah, we were stupid
They never tested cause they know it worked the shits
Your reputation bad, but [?]
But that was then, man, I’m just tryina
Trust nobody, man, I had to learn the hard way
Trust nobody, real niggas dying er’day
Trust nobody, watch them frenemies who love to hate
No, no
No, no
I don’t
Trust nobody, babe, I had to learn the hard way
Shooter shooting over pennies
I ain’t talking hard away
Trust nobody, watch them frenemies who love to hate
No, no
No, no
I don’t
When they’re seeing you getting paper
They’d be all up in your backs
But where were you when I was broke?

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Whiskey eyes – French Montana lyrics

Lyrics French Montana – Whiskey eyes

On the count of three I want everyone to say it
(Rock party)
Hold up, baba
On the count of three I want everyone to say it
“I’m a mothaf*ckin’ coke boy”
1, 2, 3
I’m a mothaf*ckin’ coke boy.
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You’ll tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do.

Yo, Montana
Ayy, hit the game, put the wave in it
Go, go on tap your veins, put the needle in it
I-I snatch you by your head like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police like Sigel did it
Middle of the streets like The Beatles did it
Can’t be in it when you leave, or they leave you in it
Ev-Everything that’s gold ain’t what it glitter
I seen killers fold for certain killas
Have your money right when the law costs
I seen my favorite rappers turn to cornballs
The best thing I did was let that pain hurt my feelings
(Turn the pain into music)
Turn the music into millions, haaan
Got jerked my first deal, and I told ’em “Suck a dick”
Once I made my first mil’, I told them “f*ck a brick”
Brick, brick by brick, ’til it’s empire
L-l-lick by lick, gone a sleepwire
Had to learn taxes, help you relax
If you don’t own your masters, your classes turn to ashes
So hit the round table, count it all up
Or get the brown bag, count it all up
Call the bad b*tches, round ’em all up
Count it first, we can count it all up
Millionaire b*tches, hit the mall up
(International superstar, you know).

You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You’ll tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do.

They said kill ’em with success, toe tag ya up
N-n-name a Hollywood b*tch I ain’t rag up
P-p-promise, the pressure turn to diamonds
The karma turn to commas
If the block told you eye to eye
Seeing dreams in a bottle
The younger son of Pablo
Trips out to Cabo, D.C. with a model
That’s Tammy from Miami, put her face on the white like Sosa
Come and get a close up versuri-lyrics.info
I’m on the post like the power forward
From the hoodies to the Tom Ford
Big up, f-for the stick up
They wanted me to hiccup
I copped the Bent’ over sticker
A- about to come and pick your chick up
Gladiator theme music with Casino suits
Godfather trilogy, Al Pacino shootin’
This that Benny Blanco ‘fore he killed Carlito
This that Larry Davis before he caught that Rico
Them Bronx streets, Teflon fleek
In the jungle, while you holdin’ hands in Palm Beach
We was climbin’ fences, we was playin’ benches
One time for my b*tches, naked on the trenches
European boots, European suits
African diamonds, my niggas shinin’
My nigga Chinx son became my own son
The block where I’m from, you need your own gun.

Devil held me up, figured that I’d convert to God
Took my ground from the pavement and aimed it at the stars
Swag drippin’ by the liter, four ounce of purp’
The game ain’t for the weak, go and play the church
Off the Mary Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke, coughing
Ridin’ on these suckas that opposed it
Ballin’, took the whistle from the ref and made my own calls
From the pens, got my homie on the phone call
No work, money goes under the mattress only
Hands clean, got some youngins that’ll back it for me
Really skatin’ budget, conflict diamonds only
Made my vow to the game, boy, that’s matrimony.

You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You’ll tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t dooo.
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FRENCH MONTANA – Whiskey Eyes lyrics

[Intro: Chinx]
We cannot deal anybody else
(Rock party)
We cannot deal with what anybody else is sayin’
I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy
1, 2, 3
I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy

[Chorus]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Yo, Montana
Ayy, hit the game, put the wave in it
Go, go on tap your veins, put the needle in it
I-I snatch you by your head like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police like Siegel did it
Middle of the streets like The Beatles did it
Can’t be in it when you leave, or they leave you in it
Ev-Everything that’s gold ain’t wood and glue
I seen killers fold for certain killas
Have your money right when the law costs
I seen my favorite rappers turn to cornballs
The best thing I did was let that pain hurt my feelings
(Turn the pain into music)
Turn the music into millions, haaan
Got jerked my first deal, and I told ’em “Suck a dick”
Once I made my first mil’, I told them “Fuck a brick”
Brick, brick by brick, ’til it’s empire
L-l-lick by lick, gone a sleepwire
Had to learn taxes, help you relax
If you don’t own your masters, your classes turn to ashes
So hit the round table, count it all up
Or get the brown bag, count it all up
Call the bad bitches, round ’em all up
Come the first, we can count it all up
Millionaire bitches, hit the mall up
(International superstar)

[Chorus]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do

[Verse 2: French Montana]
They said kill ’em with success, toe tag ya up
N-n-name a Hollywood bitch I ain’t rag up
P-p-promise, the pressure turn to diamonds
The karma turn to commas
If the block told you eye to eye
Seeing dreams in a bottle
The other son of Pablo
Trips out to Cabo, D.C. with a model
This Tammy from Miami, put her face on the white like Sosa
Come and get a close up
I’m on the post like the power forward
From the hoodies to the Tom Ford
Big up, f-for the stick up
They wanted me to hiccup
I copped the Bent’ over sticker
About to come and pick your chick up
Gladiator theme music with Casino suits
Godfather trilogy, Al Pacino shootin’
This that Benny Blanco ‘fore he killed Carlito
This that Larry Davis before he caught that Rico
Them calm streets, Teflon fleek
In the jungle, while you holdin’ hands in Palm Beach
We was climbin’ fences, we was playin’ benches
One time for my bitches, naked on the trenches
European boots, European suits
African diamonds, my niggas shinin’
My nigga Chinx son became my own son
The block where I’m from, you need your own gun

[Verse 3: Chinx]
Devil held me up, figured that I’d convert to God
Took my ground from the pavement and aimed it at the stars
Swag drippin’ by the liter, four ounce of purp’
The game ain’t for the weak, go and play the church
Off the Mary Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke, coughing
Ridin’ on these suckas that opposed it
Ballin’, took the whistle from the ref and made my own calls
From the pens, got my homie on the phone call
No work, money goes under the mattress only
Hands clean, got some youngins that’ll back it for me
Really skatin’ budget, conflict diamonds only
Made my vow to the game, boy, that’s matrimony

[Chorus]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do

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French Montana – Whiskey Eyes (feat. Chinx) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro: Chinx]
We cannot deal anybody else
(Rock party)
We cannot deal with what anybody else is sayin’
I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy
1, 2, 3
I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy

[Chorus]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Yo, Montana
Ayy, hit the game, put the wave in it
Go, go on tap your veins, put the needle in it
I-I snatch you by your head like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police like Siegel did it
Middle of the streets like The Beatles did it
Can’t be in it when you leave, or they leave you in it
Ev-Everything that’s gold ain’t wood and glue
I seen killers fold for certain killas
Have your money right when the law costs
I seen my favorite rappers turn to cornballs
The best thing I did was let that pain hurt my feelings
(Turn the pain into music)
Turn the music into millions, haaan
Got jerked my first deal, and I told ’em "Suck a dick"
Once I made my first mil’, I told them "Fuck a brick"
Brick, brick by brick, ’til it’s empire
L-l-lick by lick, gone a sleepwire
Had to learn taxes, help you relax
If you don’t own your masters, your classes turn to ashes
So hit the round table, count it all up
Or get the brown bag, count it all up
Call the bad bitches, round ’em all up
Come the first, we can count it all up
Millionaire bitches, hit the mall up
(International superstar)

[Chorus]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do

[Verse 2: French Montana]
They said kill ’em with success, toe tag ya up
N-n-name a Hollywood bitch I ain’t rag up
P-p-promise, the pressure turn to diamonds
The karma turn to commas
If the block told you eye to eye
Seeing dreams in a bottle
The other son of Pablo
Trips out to Cabo, D.C. with a model
This Tammy from Miami, put her face on the white like Sosa
Come and get a close up
I’m on the post like the power forward
From the hoodies to the Tom Ford
Big up, f-for the stick up
They wanted me to hiccup
I copped the Bent’ over sticker
About to come and pick your chick up
Gladiator theme music with Casino suits
Godfather trilogy, Al Pacino shootin’
This that Benny Blanco ‘fore he killed Carlito
This that Larry Davis before he caught that Rico
Them calm streets, Teflon fleek
In the jungle, while you holdin’ hands in Palm Beach
We was climbin’ fences, we was playin’ benches
One time for my bitches, naked on the trenches
European boots, European suits
African diamonds, my niggas shinin’
My nigga Chinx son became my own son
The block where I’m from, you need your own gun

[Verse 3: Chinx]
Devil held me up, figured that I’d convert to God
Took my ground from the pavement and aimed it at the stars
Swag drippin’ by the liter, four ounce of purp’
The game ain’t for the weak, go and play the church
Off the Mary Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke, coughing
Ridin’ on these suckas that opposed it
Ballin’, took the whistle from the ref and made my own calls
From the pens, got my homie on the phone call
No work, money goes under the mattress only
Hands clean, got some youngins that’ll back it for me
Really skatin’ budget, conflict diamonds only
Made my vow to the game, boy, that’s matrimony

[Chorus]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do

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French Montana – Migo Montana Lyrics ft. Chinx

French Montana – Migo Montana Lyrics ft. Chinx

[Intro: Chinx]
We cannot deal anybody else
(Rock party)
We cannot deal with what anybody else is sayin’
I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy
1, 2, 3
I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy

[Chorus]
You’ll lure me in with those whiskey eyes
You’ll tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can do

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Yeah, Montana, ayy
Hit the game, put the wave in it
Goin’, goin’ to your veins, put the needle in it
I snatch you by your head like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police like Seagal did it
Middle of the streets like The Beetles did it
Can’t be in it when you leave, or they leave you in it
E-Everything that’s gold, ain’t what it glitter
I’ve seen killers fold, foes turn to killers
Have your money right, wanna lock off
I seen my favorite rappers turn to cornballs
The best thing I did was let that pain from my feelings
Turn the pain into music
Turn the music into millions, haaan
Got jerked my first deal, now I told ’em “suck a dick”
Once I made my first mil’, told ’em fuck a brick
Brick brick by brick, ’til it’s empire
Lick by lick, goin’ to sleep wired
Had to learn tax, help you relax
If you don’t own your masters, your classics turn to ashes
We hit the round table, count it all up
Or get the brown bag, count it all up
Call the bad bitches, round ’em all up
Count the first man, count it all up
Millionaire livin’, hit the mall up
International superstar

[Chorus]
You’ll lure me in with those whiskey eyes
You’ll tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can do

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[Verse 2: French Montana]
They said kill ’em with success, I’ll toe tag ya
Name a Hollywood bitch, I ain’t rag yet
P-p-props, the pressure turn to diamonds
The karma turn to commas
If the block told ya on and off
See your dreams in the bottle
We on the [?]
Trips out to Cabo
Deep sea with a model
That’s Tammy from Miami
Put her face on the white like Sosa
Come and get a close up
I’m on the post like the power forward
From the hoodies to the Tom Ford
Big up, for the stick up
They wanted me to hiccup
I copped the Bent’ over sticker
I’m ’bout to come and pick your chick up
Gladiator theme music with casino suits
Godfather trilogy, Al Pacino shoot
This that Benny Blanco ‘fore he killed Carlito
This that Larry Davis, before he caught that Rico
Them palm streets, Teflon fleek
In the jungle, while you holdin’ hands in Palm Beach
We was climbin’ fences, we was playin’ benches
One time for my bitches, lurking from the trenches
European boots, European suits
African diamonds, my niggas shine
My nigga Chinx’s son became my own son
The block where I’m from, you need your own gun

[Verse 3: Chinx]
Devil held me up, figured that I’d convert to God
Took my ground from the pavement and aimed it at the stars
Swag drippin’ by the liter, four ounce of purp’
The game ain’t for the weak, gon’ play the church
Off the Mary Jane, pill, syrup, thick smoke, coughing
Ridin’ on these suckas that opposed it
Ballin’, took the whistle from the ref and made my own call
From the Pens, got my homie on a phone call
No work, money goes under the mattress only
Hands clean, got some youngins that’ll bag it for me
Really skatin’, but your conflict diamonds on me
Made my vow to the game, boy, that’s matrimony

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[Chorus]
You’ll lure me in with those whiskey eyes
You’ll tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can do

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French Montana – Migo Montana Lyrics ft. Chinx

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Eric Biddines – Peeuurrnn

[Verse 1]
Takin’ all names
Anybody looking for me, tell them I’m straight
Used to want fame
Nowadays kinda care less, just saying
Sick of these walls
People talk ’bout what are elephant wangs
Shawty got jaws
I know she smart, I can tell because her brain
I ain’t got time, I ain’t even like your kind
I ain’t even got no watch and the break I took come back like spine
Hater I’m fine
I know you hate but to me that’s dead
Who the hell let you in this show?
You the only on here ain’t bobbin’ your head

[Hook]
Oh me, oh my
Oh no, what’s up?
By the time you count to 3, I’ma disappear like
Oh me, oh my
Oh no, what’s up?
By the time you count to 3, I’ma disappear like
Peeuurrnn

[Verse 2]
Look at your mouth
Goddamn would you look at your face
Can’t even smile
My eyelids hurt, you ugly, I’m straight
Never had beef
If it was some hell I ain’t even much know
Did your main chick like my pics?
Better fix your cuffs, we don’t love these
Holes in the wall, got leaks in the roof by the bed
Delray, B-town, Lake Worth, Palm Beach
And the raw to the muck projects
Straight to the hood
Bottom of the map where the state got Zoe’s
And I rep that F.L.A. like this, like that
Like peeuurrnn, gone!

[Hook]
Oh me, oh my
Oh no, what’s up?
By the time you count to 3, I’ma disappear like
Oh me, oh my
Oh no, what’s up?
By the time you count to 3, I’ma disappear like
Peeuurrnn

[Bridge]
Ain’t a damn thing fast like peeuurrnn
Oh me, oh my
When you wanna bih gone, say peeuurrnn
Oh me, oh my
Got a check and it went like peeuurrnn
Oh me, oh my
By the time you count to three I’ma disappear like
Peeuurrnn, peeuurrnn

[Verse 3]
Lil momma you fine, lil momma you about my size
Got a wife, I don’t wanna lie ’bout that
Ain’t did nothing wrong, just looking ain’t a crime
Better be a sign, better be a clue, something
Still planetcoffeebean, still turkey bone chain
Still on my grind, nothing changed
I must be high, contact from the second hand smoke
You done killed my vibe, don’t ask for the money I owe, I’m broke
I ain’t got no change
I don’t wanna be a member to a club for a cheap discount
I already donate, gave a dollar when I came
Don’t ask me again when I come out

[Hook]
Oh me, oh my
Oh no, what’s up?
By the time you count to 3, I’ma disappear like
Oh me, oh my
Oh no, what’s up?
By the time you count to 3, I’ma disappear like
Peeuurrnn

[Outro]
The planetcoffeebean always possessed power in which civilized people on earth would never understand. One magical creature being the mythical winged elephant was told to have special elements and knowledge that citizens alike cherished. Although being extinct for years the winged elephant with its marble skin did not have the ability fly. So we are told. But stories of one of these mythical creatures flying across the frozen lake live on for years and hold the metaphor for doing the impossible. Defying the laws of aerodynamics. And motivating a culture to achieve the unthinkable