French Montana - God Body lyrics
French Montana [Karim Kharbouch] Casablanca, Morocco, 🇲🇦/NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[French Montana - God Body lyrics]
Brazil, Canary, young Ronaldo
Miller convo, high with the sheek
Khalifa condo watchin Rondo, Boston George
On a cross with they closed caskets
Before they open doors
I pray for Mecca, flood my neck up
I hit her raw, let her go see the doctors
That's how I get my checkup
Tables turnin, pots burnin
I don't hear them niggas talkin, Def squad
Eric Sermon ePMD, got E, P's and D
Crack some flavors, totems, mother nature
Shout to Harry, military
Nigga mind with a military grind
That's necessary
That's my nigga Chinx, icy watch
Niggas blink throw the mink in the fire
Like my nigga Frank
Upper echelon, doin shit you never on
Coke Boy til my last breath gone
Sicillian, said dealer dons penmanship
Dark sentences, couldn't ride
Got denied membership, auto Benedict
White Benzes's, 5% shit
Kick open them doors and bring yo niggas in
G citizen front lawn like five dealerships
God feelin shit
Life's a puzzle, wise niggas die
Try finish it
Died as a glorious king, most benevolent
Delegate the business with my fellowship
Queens resident
Never hesitant, seems evident
DEA couldn't build a case
Without the evidence
Shot work like a sensi, tu comprende?
Motion picture shit
Fuck around and win a Oscar de la Renta
You gain the world then it's all yours
We stash money in the floor boards
Numbers on them snow boards
Plenty accolades, more wars
Made it out the slums where
Yo closest niggas clap, no applause
Coke Boys still be on, cus Siglier boomin
It's Young Vito Corleone
Miller convo, high with the sheek
Khalifa condo watchin Rondo, Boston George
On a cross with they closed caskets
Before they open doors
I pray for Mecca, flood my neck up
I hit her raw, let her go see the doctors
That's how I get my checkup
Tables turnin, pots burnin
I don't hear them niggas talkin, Def squad
Eric Sermon ePMD, got E, P's and D
Crack some flavors, totems, mother nature
Shout to Harry, military
Nigga mind with a military grind
That's necessary
That's my nigga Chinx, icy watch
Niggas blink throw the mink in the fire
Like my nigga Frank
Upper echelon, doin shit you never on
Coke Boy til my last breath gone
Sicillian, said dealer dons penmanship
Dark sentences, couldn't ride
Got denied membership, auto Benedict
White Benzes's, 5% shit
Kick open them doors and bring yo niggas in
G citizen front lawn like five dealerships
God feelin shit
Life's a puzzle, wise niggas die
Try finish it
Died as a glorious king, most benevolent
Delegate the business with my fellowship
Queens resident
Never hesitant, seems evident
DEA couldn't build a case
Without the evidence
Shot work like a sensi, tu comprende?
Motion picture shit
Fuck around and win a Oscar de la Renta
You gain the world then it's all yours
We stash money in the floor boards
Numbers on them snow boards
Plenty accolades, more wars
Made it out the slums where
Yo closest niggas clap, no applause
Coke Boys still be on, cus Siglier boomin
It's Young Vito Corleone