French Montana - Hell On Earth 2K11 feat. Waka Flocka Flame lyrics

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These old niggas dead, bring the forks out, Montana Josh Smith with the hawks out

Swiss cheese on'em, I'll Japan flag ya head, red beams on'em

White sheets on'em, it's hell on earth

God gonna help ya nigga, help yourself first

Fuck forbes, only thing workin for us, cut the middle man out and deal straight with the source

I've been gone for a second, street miss a nigga

Broke with a swag or corny rich nigga

Need a fix nigga, got that white girl, A1

New whip, white bitch credit A1

This be that lockout, take one

[Chorus:]

I just met a new connect, ain't no stopping me, I'm the prodigy

And if you try to stop me, disrespect me,

My young boys, they gonna cause havoc

We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep

We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep

We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep

We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep

I met this girl in new york, say she from left right

Pussy nigga call and say he want his shit back,

My reply back, you know how it goes, Shawty kick it do' (door)

I been robbed befo' (before)

Then I bounce back cooking lyrical crack

All you niggas acting asscheeks running with sheep pack (fake crack)

Never been a talk of white sheep

Turn my back pour at my B-hat

This can't be life, I used to be a backseat driver

Now I'm riding in the Maybach,

Couple of old friends trying to discredit me

I put on for this g shit underneath

[Chorus:]

I just met a new connect, ain't no stopping me, I'm the prodigy

And if you try to stop me, disrespect me,

My young boys, they gonna cause havoc

We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep

We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep

We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep

We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep

Heart of a lion, body of a boxer

Mind of a criminal who just got out the box zone

Quality 16, dope mean flow, bottle pop rap pills and moscato

So many songs I got thousands kid,

Yeah your hard drive gonna need a thousand gigs

Feet up, vip, lounging bitch, way I deal, not real, he's counterfeit

Get your infamous empire state boy

The real thing are we, no joke, I'm no toy

The most inglorious, notorious bastard

Don P, Flocka and Montana

[Chorus:]

I just met a new connect, ain't no stopping me, I'm the prodigy

And if you try to stop me, disrespect me,

My young boys, they gonna cause havoc

We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep

We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep

We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep

We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep.

Thanks to D-BOI for correcting these lyrics