No No No ft. Max B Lyrics

No No No ft. Max B - French Montana

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Yeah, try tell these niggas, man

Montana, uhh! We'll find you, we'll bomb on you fuck niggas

Got yo bitch

Got yo bitch with that poligrip receipt, nigga

Fuck widchyo boy

No, No, No, No, No

Hey let me love you

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You niggas can't even breathe. You niggas dropping duds

What you doin', baby? Gain Greene, Coke Wave

Your next album should be stain 'em floors, fuck niggas

We hear everything goin' on, nigga

You niggas lookin' despicable out there (bomb on you)

You know what it is. Run with us or get ran the fuck over

Coke Wave!

Dreams is vivid, work hard to live it

Everywhere we go we gotta land there

How can niggas stand there and say we sound like 'em?

Self to the streets, told them niggas fuck the radio

Nigga, I'm the truth

Fuck you think 'Kon sign me for?

Get a glimpse, Larry Flint

Robe and the hoes don't get scent

You know its yo nigga French

Really do it, still stuntin' when the cameras off

Cut 'em all shapes like the buttons on my analog

Coke Wave catalog like busted up

Mak Mustard up, Montana fucked 'em up

Bitch got my dick hard like a Rottweiler

Pull the spaceships out, you know the cops follow

Cost a Louie, lets make a movie, I'm top shotta

Biggs and Wayne(?) can't complain, we (top dogs)

Did that hey

You niggas like whipped cream

I been livin' the big dream

See me through the visual, big shot pinnacle

I'm savin' my receipts

Your condition is critical

Get it patched up, call a first-aid kit

You niggas livin' a lie

Baby, you need skits? (skits) Hello!

Push big Coupes, I push big loops that's yellow

Motherfuck you, fuck your fellow

Niggas still shit. Get the mellow

That ain't me

Heard you wavy in the penthouse

That ain't P

That ain't D, that ain't Blue Magic

Mommy want us to have it

Pull it out and then grab it

Do the dick right like the first time

Knew we had it right from the first line

Coke wave, nigga, what's your dope wave?

My whole stay quarter past 3 in the mornin'

My bitches gets the callin'. Ballin!

No, No, No, No, No

Hey let me love you