Styles P – Story Of Holiday Lyrics

[Intro]
Let’s go machine
Ha
Its actually four-twenty right now, I’m on my shit
Let’s go

[Verse]
Blicky hit niggas like sixty can hit niggas
If I clip half the city, you think they would miss niggas
To tell the truth, I’m just sellin’ juice, try’na loosen up
Come to that weight or that H, I’ma stupid f**k
Simply know the rules, do to them what they do to us
Step up on the set, rep my set, yeah, I threw it up
Right before I blew it up
We can do it to the death
Letter is addressed to rap niggas, yeah, the two of us
You can bring the crew, I’ll kill ’em all, yeah, I’m true as f**k
Know I keep it trill, split your grill, try to glue it up
Ora’s explorer or the dark side
You don’t know the fright, split ya face like [?] died
He don’t get the drift, split his shit to the white meat
Hop up in the Uber or a Lyft lookin’ shiesty
I just wanna watch ’em but his watch is a nice piece
A robbery can turn to a homi within light-speed
I was on my positive vibe, there went the old Ghost
Seen niggas shot tryna score not at the goal post
Old school sledgehammer niggas, leave ya toes broke
Smack a rapper right on a yacht, that’s a show boat
Zoned out smokin a O, That’s a Ozone
Up all night for that money, f**k a No-Doz
You don’t sniff around in my business or have no nose
Cut that shit off with a blade or a four-four
Ask about Holiday but after the holiday
Back in for the win but now that the holiday
Prolly the hideaway that you can’t locate
They oughta make Styles Bape sweats how I go ape
Now you know I kick the hardest shit out, check the catalog, God
You can see what the artist about, in high school it was Nautica, Ralph
Now its exotic soft shit while I’m in the loft orderin’ out
I feel the soul of Rich Porter abound & Larry Davis son
A bunch of emcees I air all of ’em out
Ghost

[Outro]
We outta dis motha f**ka
D-Block
Ghost, nigga

Skyzoo – Doing Something (Peddler Themes Album)

[Verse 1]
Me and mine was just tryna make something outta this
Braille on the blueprint, stencil out the design of it
Parallel to whoever you with with is how you aligning it
The truck is even flyer if we the ones that’s inside of it
They said the inside of your crib is how you come out of it
So jumping off the steps ain’t a threat to who you was following
My man said he just know what he know, and shit is fine
As long as when he hit rewind that he got a big enough pot for it
Said that he straight drop with it
I saw the proof in it, 5’s can turn to an A5 if you in a groove with it
Dance all on the root of it, step on the motive
And crowns coming with rounds is shit that they never told us
They said to see any further won’t help you get any closer
But still it’s 20/20, drilling who’s coming for me
Pegs all on the back of my goose was how I grew
You rode then?, then you ride now, know how we do, like fuck it

[Chorus]
Me and A’ was just tryna make something outta this
Me and Bro was just tryna make something outta this
Me and Steph was just tryna make something outta this
Me and Paesoes was just tryna make something outta this right?
Me and A’ was just tryna make something outta this
Me and Bro was just tryna make something outta this
Me and Steph was just tryna make something outta this
Me and Paesoes was just tryna make something outta this right?

[Verse 2]
And Nyce too, maybe more so than everyone
More than I would’ve thought that anyone could’ve ever done
5 stars out of a basement, they couldn’t level us
’cause you don’t know what forever means until forever comes
And you don’t know when forever leaves until forevers’ done
But we don’t gotta never say never, there’s no bezel up
Ain’t too many left here to breathe can stand next to us
Make sense that they got the seats if we forever up
From day one it was theme music for peddlers
And bitches buying loosies, weaves tucked in a Doobie
Queens under their Doobies, here off of pay phones
Im here til the jakes roll and I leave before they shoot me
They never leave from around us
Time took its place and they remembered Larry Davis and made a Kalief Browder
Pegs all on the back of my goose was how I grew
You rode then?, then you ride now, know how we do, like fuck it

[Chorus]
Me and Nyce was just tryna make something outta this
Me and Ant was just tryna make something outta this
Me and Bizkit was just tryna make something outta this
And can’t nobody get to it how we made something outta this right?
Me and Nyce was just tryna make something outta this
Me and Ant was just tryna make something outta this
Me and Bizkit was just tryna make something outta this
And can’t nobody get to it how we made something outta this right?

[Outro]
Or how we wasn’t even supposed to be here
Said it’s too high for us to breathe here
Now look how we here
Couldn’t pay mu’fuckas to leave here
But my Mongoose’s here if we need here, forever ever
Or how we wasn’t even supposed to be here
Said it’s too high for us to breathe here
Now look how we here
Couldn’t pay mu’fuckas to leave here
But my Mongoose’s here if we need here, forever ever

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.
French Montana lyrics
Video eyes

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

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

French Montana – Can’t Feel My Face (feat. Puff Daddy)

[Intro]
Yeah
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Aw yeah

[Verse 1: Diddy]
Cocaine on the table, I wasn’t always able
I watch these nigs get rich all in these fuckin’ fables
They like to cook the numbers, we don’t cook the numbers
We just want the summer, you can have that woman

[Hook: Diddy]
These niggas really out here trippin’ mane
I can’t feel my face
I can’t feel my face

[Verse 2: French Montana]
I was whippin’ on the stove and watchin’ [?] cake
I was whippin’ on two pots like I was losin’ face
I was diggin’ through the crates like, [?]
Have a shootout on that corner, right by Larry Davis
Shoutout the G, we roll ourselves, you block, them boys who’s dangerous
Got me mixin’ pills and liquor, I can’t feel my face
Shoutout sugar, lush, marvin, make the hood famous
Gangsta, what your name is?
Gangsta, what your name is?

[Hook: Diddy]
These niggas really out here trippin’ mane
I can’t feel my face
I can’t feel my face

[Outro: French Montana]
Lord, thank you for all the aspiration you gave us. You tell, tell Buddha, he say for every day you wake up, you’re born again. Sometimes, I gotta, I have you act like you sometimes. You know this. You act like I don’t see nothin’. You know, I act like I’m just numb to the, to the pain ’cause I’m bleedin’ on the inside. That’s why I do the things I do