French Montana - Worst Nightmare lyrics

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French Montana - Worst Nightmare lyrics

Ayo French! Wuddup huh? These n***as thought I was motherf**in dead It's that resurrection music (We come out the toms, you should the look on n***as' faces) These n***as' worst motherf**in nightmare When n***as think you dead and you show up for breakfast eatin cornflakes on them n***as (Like motherf**in Lazarus, who'd you scare now n***a?) Put they b**h in Versace bathrobes and sh** I'm yo worst f**in nightmare (worst motherf**in nightmare) Rap's first billionaire I throw a million out the lit Coke Boys, we changing weather every year Throw yo hands in the sky n***as Pop a pill and get high n***a Get on this jet and let's fly n***as Tell the pilot to turn, we're ready to die n***as Ready to die n***a, ski mask on you dont see my eyes n***a Hundred rounds hit your head make ya fly n***a All black Medusa shades on my eyes n***a We the sh** and the fly n***a Life's good, ask Nas n***a G5 write your names in the sky n***a Dream team we'll bury you alive n***a n***a, you know that crown ain't yo size n***a And that ho ain't gon ride n***a They wanna bury me alive n***a But on the 3rd day I rose to sky n***a I'm yo worst f**in nightmare Rap's first billionaire I throw a million out the lit Coke Boys, we changing weather every year Throw yo hands in the sky n***as Pop a pill and get high n***a Get on this jet and let's fly n***as Tell the pilot to turn, we're ready to die n***as Whip futuristic, crib ain't listed All my j**els on, I be lookin like a dish flip Red bottom LV's, limited edition New king of the city, better ask permission Turn bricks, face right on some Keisha Rock star, great white, three stars, take flight! Now yo French tell these n***as night night I'm getting head in the front row fine night I'm obnoxious, we got Oscar's Pouring Cîroc out of helicopters MC Hammer couldn't touch that The day Diddy retire I'm bringing Puff back I'm yo worst f**in nightmare Rap's first billionaire I throw a million out the lit Coke Boys, we changing weather every year Throw yo hands in the sky n***as Pop a pill and get high n***a Get on this jet and let's fly n***as Tell the pilot to turn, we're ready to die n***as

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