French Montana, Chinx - No Giving Up lyrics
[French Montana, Chinx - No Giving Up lyrics]
See, we make it look easy
But niggas can't step in them shoes
Niggas keep praying they don't lose
We're all fine
Every hour and hour getting high
See, we make it look easy
But niggas can't step in them shoes
Niggas keep praying they don't lose
We're all fine
Every hour and hour getting high
Trunk full of pigeons
Moving like it's chicken day
You know we keep the trap
Grooming like it’s Chick-fil-A
You came suited for the game but
You ain’t fit to play
My heart's cold like the fridge
In this December day jury overlow
(overlow) , Shawy love me low (love me low)
Well that trip a … that’s’ a double O
Couple homies in the feds, couple on parole
I see, like when your soldier starts to fear
I’m a bubble ho
Ride roller, white man bolger
Came bout the gutter
Nigga too hard for cobras
Couldn’t fit his shoes
Those too hard to cope them
Coke Boys got it on lock, we control
Nigga told me get down
It’s the only way you come up
Shawty box mean
Beat that pussy like a drummer
These niggas soft
Put my balls on they drumset
They had a spark now they dry like a faucet
I'm so dawn, trapped here on this penny
With no way out see, we make it look easy
But niggas can't step in them shoes
Niggas keep praying they don't lose
We're all fine
Every hour and hour getting high
I’m talking so much money
You gotta move it on a palace
No one man should have all that power
Getting money every hour and hour
Hunned drum and she forecast less shower
I be spend game schools more nigga to holler
Dummy, you’s a crash test coward
Shawty had the bomb, Sadam, terrorist
And I’m gonna detonate her, oh no
I won’t date her shell hit your roof, oops
Knocked out all your data
Coke Boy took the off flight down the far bay
It's got me on my back, money on my scenes
This is the curtain call
This is where your show ends
Shout out my brother Rozay
I fuck with Double M
Foot up on they neck until
I sign for double M’s that’s right
So youngin get your money
'til your bank good
No matter what city you reppin
It’s the same hood
But niggas can't step in them shoes
Niggas keep praying they don't lose
We're all fine
Every hour and hour getting high
See, we make it look easy
But niggas can't step in them shoes
Niggas keep praying they don't lose
We're all fine
Every hour and hour getting high
Trunk full of pigeons
Moving like it's chicken day
You know we keep the trap
Grooming like it’s Chick-fil-A
You came suited for the game but
You ain’t fit to play
My heart's cold like the fridge
In this December day jury overlow
(overlow) , Shawy love me low (love me low)
Well that trip a … that’s’ a double O
Couple homies in the feds, couple on parole
I see, like when your soldier starts to fear
I’m a bubble ho
Ride roller, white man bolger
Came bout the gutter
Nigga too hard for cobras
Couldn’t fit his shoes
Those too hard to cope them
Coke Boys got it on lock, we control
Nigga told me get down
It’s the only way you come up
Shawty box mean
Beat that pussy like a drummer
These niggas soft
Put my balls on they drumset
They had a spark now they dry like a faucet
I'm so dawn, trapped here on this penny
With no way out see, we make it look easy
But niggas can't step in them shoes
Niggas keep praying they don't lose
We're all fine
Every hour and hour getting high
I’m talking so much money
You gotta move it on a palace
No one man should have all that power
Getting money every hour and hour
Hunned drum and she forecast less shower
I be spend game schools more nigga to holler
Dummy, you’s a crash test coward
Shawty had the bomb, Sadam, terrorist
And I’m gonna detonate her, oh no
I won’t date her shell hit your roof, oops
Knocked out all your data
Coke Boy took the off flight down the far bay
It's got me on my back, money on my scenes
This is the curtain call
This is where your show ends
Shout out my brother Rozay
I fuck with Double M
Foot up on they neck until
I sign for double M’s that’s right
So youngin get your money
'til your bank good
No matter what city you reppin
It’s the same hood