French Montana – Whiskey Eyes ft. Chinx MP3 Download:
- Song Name: Whiskey Eyes
- Artist Name: French Montana
- Featuring: Chinx
- Song Category: Latest Music
- File format: Mp3/128kbps
Talented and sensational artist “French Montana” came through with this outstanding single track titled “Whiskey Eyes ” which is obtainable for free and Fast Mp3 download here at Nobadsong. It was officially released as the single from debut studio album, .
In this project, French Montana works with Chinx who really contributed to this music project with cool verses.
Moreover, this classic entry was taken off French Montana‘s newly released studio album titled “Jungle Rules“.
The lyrics are a poetic marvel. As the song progresses, the lyrics beautifully intertwine with the music, delivering a message that is both meaningful and memorable.
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French Montana – Whiskey Eyes Ft. Chinx Lyrics
[Intro: Chinx]
On the count of three I want everyone to say it
(Ciroc party)
Hold up, baba
On the count of three I want everyone to say it
"I'm a mothafuckin' coke boy"
1, 2, 3
I'm a mothafuckin' coke boy
[Chorus: Fe]
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 do
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Yea, Montana
Ay, 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, foes turn to killers
Have your money right when the law call
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, haan
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 classics 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
Count it first, we can count it all up
Millionaire bitches, hit the mall up
(International superstar, you know who we are)
[Chorus: Fe]
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
[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 younger son of Pablo
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, 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 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: Fe]
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 do
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