"London Nights" lyrics
French Montana & Max B Lyrics
Yeah
This one of them ones right here
We gon' top all this shit here
Yeah
Only life I knew, in the light from the go
New York City streets, only nights I go
Don Montega, Boss Don Snow
The bitches love my songs, we the Cosmos Bros
Hundred on the watch, nigga, I'm all froze
She lovin' on the dick, I was child number four
Should've seen the sign, shit was what I'm lookin' for
Flip that palm and get the dough (Haan)
Get back home, get the most
I done lost my bros to this life I chose (Woo)
I done took my tears, turned 'em iced-out gold (Haan)
When it's nice, I roll, when it's lights, I show
We're the Cosmo Brothers, Coke Wave Narcos
Blacked-out Rolls, in the coupe, top down, go (Skrrt)
Never backdoor bros, niggas dyin' by hoes
Ride with both our clothes, we was high on that road (Ayy)
Bitches drop down low, you know everything goes
Three-point-five, Narcos, twenty, three tracks with no features (Features)
My bitch loyal like the locks, we out in Costa Rica (Rica)
Gotta get rich on your own is what they never teach you (Haan)
But fuck the politics, we only care 'bout who got it cheaper (Haan)
Only life I knew, in the light from the go
New York City streets, only nights I go
Don Montega, Boss Don Snow
The bitches love my songs, we the Cosmos Bros
Hundred on the watch, nigga, I'm all froze
She lovin' on the dick, I was child number four
Should've seen the sign, shit was what I'm lookin' for
Flip that palm and get the dough
Get back home, get the most
Yeah, went back home and get the toast
Lit that bong, hit the smoke
Sit back, palm shit to float
Big stretch, arm stretched out
Look, I was born with the wave
Did a little dip, mix the coke
Still a little tipsy, but still go
To lickin' her lips, miss the boat
It's cheese, fish, and grits
Lobster, shrimp loafs
I can stop and hit the floats
Prophecy's in motion
Stick if I believe
Stop at all the lows
Three-point-five
Narcos was the potion
Only life I knew, in the light from the go
New York City streets, only nights I go
Don Montega, Boss Don Snow
The bitches love my songs, we the Cosmos Bros
Hundred on the watch, nigga, I'm all froze
She lovin' on the dick, I was child number four
Should've seen the sign, shit was what I'm lookin' for
Flip that palm and get the dough
Get back home, get the most
This one of them ones right here
We gon' top all this shit here
Yeah
Only life I knew, in the light from the go
New York City streets, only nights I go
Don Montega, Boss Don Snow
The bitches love my songs, we the Cosmos Bros
Hundred on the watch, nigga, I'm all froze
She lovin' on the dick, I was child number four
Should've seen the sign, shit was what I'm lookin' for
Flip that palm and get the dough (Haan)
Get back home, get the most
I done lost my bros to this life I chose (Woo)
I done took my tears, turned 'em iced-out gold (Haan)
When it's nice, I roll, when it's lights, I show
We're the Cosmo Brothers, Coke Wave Narcos
Blacked-out Rolls, in the coupe, top down, go (Skrrt)
Never backdoor bros, niggas dyin' by hoes
Ride with both our clothes, we was high on that road (Ayy)
Bitches drop down low, you know everything goes
Three-point-five, Narcos, twenty, three tracks with no features (Features)
My bitch loyal like the locks, we out in Costa Rica (Rica)
Gotta get rich on your own is what they never teach you (Haan)
But fuck the politics, we only care 'bout who got it cheaper (Haan)
Only life I knew, in the light from the go
New York City streets, only nights I go
Don Montega, Boss Don Snow
The bitches love my songs, we the Cosmos Bros
Hundred on the watch, nigga, I'm all froze
She lovin' on the dick, I was child number four
Should've seen the sign, shit was what I'm lookin' for
Flip that palm and get the dough
Get back home, get the most
Yeah, went back home and get the toast
Lit that bong, hit the smoke
Sit back, palm shit to float
Big stretch, arm stretched out
Look, I was born with the wave
Did a little dip, mix the coke
Still a little tipsy, but still go
To lickin' her lips, miss the boat
It's cheese, fish, and grits
Lobster, shrimp loafs
I can stop and hit the floats
Prophecy's in motion
Stick if I believe
Stop at all the lows
Three-point-five
Narcos was the potion
Only life I knew, in the light from the go
New York City streets, only nights I go
Don Montega, Boss Don Snow
The bitches love my songs, we the Cosmos Bros
Hundred on the watch, nigga, I'm all froze
She lovin' on the dick, I was child number four
Should've seen the sign, shit was what I'm lookin' for
Flip that palm and get the dough
Get back home, get the most
