ฟังเพลงFuck What Happens Tonight (Explicit)

Fuck What Happens Tonight

(feat. DJ Khaled, Mavado, Ace Hood, Snoop Dogg & Scarface) - French Montana

I got my gun on me

I tell my kids I’ll never leave them lonely

Fucking streets on me

That’s right – Jamaicans’ll murder your family

Fuck what happens tonight

Fuck what happens tonight

Fuck what happens tonight

I got my gun on me

It was murder she wrote… your name in blood

When the love gone, your eyes diluted full of blood

Six cars full of gold, six blocks heard the boom

Dreadlocks, middle of June, headshots, get tombed

Stone, ten shots, five gone, 9/11 dial tone

She want it all, die alone

There’s a going on nobody safe from

Now we talking to the judge when your day come

Like ”it was hard not to kill these niggas”

It was like a full-time job not to kill these niggas

Eight figures, need the eight story mansion

While I’m strapped up two-stepping

with the devil dancing

Diluted with blood in my eyes

Like stillborn, niggas won’t make it out alive

Nigga…

I got my gun on me

I tell my kids I’ll never leave them lonely

Fucking streets on me

That’s right – Jamaicans’ll murder your family

Fuck what happens tonight

Fuck what happens tonight

Fuck what happens tonight

I got my gun on me

Fuck it, I’m ready to die tonight

Put it on Mom with that clip on my back,

and I loaded it twice

Just a call away,

my niggas is ready no matter the price

Playing with mine, you niggas ccan get it,

including your wife

Isn’t life a ma’fucka?

Since 17, that pistol been my blood brother

Sleeping with that lethal weapon playing Danny Glover

AK40, own a hundred if we talking numbers

Riders fucking with mobsters

Niggas want beef? Turn ‘em to pasta

Load up the clip, shoot up your mobster

“Bang, bang!” bless ‘em father

Passed beside him, rest aside a lake

That’s swimming with snakes inside

And look in my eyes, I hate disguises

Knife or gun, I compromise it

Oh Lord… I’mma ride on my enemies

If I die tonight I bet them gangsters ‘member me

Nigga, ’til then…

I got my gun on me

I tell my kids I’ll never leave them lonely

Fucking streets on me

That’s right – Jamaicans’ll murder your family

Fuck what happens tonight

Fuck what happens tonight

Fuck what happens tonight

I got my gun on me

From the depths of the sea,

back to the block

With a bitch on my dick and a bottle of Ciroc

Kick talk nonstop – “blocka, blocka!” bloodclot

Don’t test the lion ’cause you’ll get dropped on the spot

Lick shots, drip drop on soil – hot hot ’til it boil

To this Crip shit I’m loyal…

Dip with us, ride with us,

fly with us, slip with us

Sick with us, sing with us,

bad little bitch wanna get with us

She like the French tip nails that I wear

And I’m so pimped out, the dreads in my hair

You got who? Now the truth is to dare

Blue bandana, it’s me and Montana

Had to drop a Caddy, with Tanisha,

Alicia, Keisha, Savannah

Nicknames for my blammer

I got my gun on me

I tell my kids I’ll never leave them lonely

Fucking streets on me

That’s right – Jamaicans’ll murder your family

Fuck what happens tonight

Fuck what happens tonight

Fuck what happens tonight

I got my gun on me

The smell of blood in the bathroom

Body laid out stiff, all the stab wounds

I told this nigga I was comin’ back

Pussy must not of heard me when I told him that

Nigga, it’s eye for an eye

A life for a life – a body for a price

I wanna smell his last breath took

And look him in his eyes

And make sure he knows how death looks

‘Cause I’m him, it’s in the air, I can feel it

Shot him four times with the gun I was concealing

Overkilling, it’s ain’t not coming back from it

Then walk away with a demeanor like I just done it

Something evil this way cometh

For big face hundreds, this bitch gets punished

I got my gun on me

I tell my kids I’ll never leave them lonely

Fucking streets on me

That’s right – Jamaicans’ll murder your family

Fuck what happens tonight

Fuck what happens tonight

Fuck what happens tonight

I got my gun on me