French The Kid - Make It Out Lyrics
Song Lyrics "Make It Out" by French The Kid. Here are excerpts of the lyrics of the song: Sat in the station no conversation with broski I just said it was me Cah how the fuck could I live with myself if my...". You can subscribe to this song through official digital media such as iTunes, Spotify and other official online media or you can listen to it through the Youtube.
Make It Out Lyrics
1st Verse
Sat in the station no conversation with broski I just said it was me
Cah how the fuck could I live with myself if my boy was in jail but he could’ve been free
You ain’t loyal g just post all these quotes bout loyalty
Sat there with your gang not half of the man that I am and that’s all on g
Girls say French you’re mean then back their bumpa to the gasoline
Bro got packs of the loudest weed I guess smoke up till the packs unseen
Get no sleep but I’m chasing dreams just thinking lord can you save my team
Money like Diego they tell me fuego hasta luego then leave x2
Chorus x 2
Touché I’m de mes freres jmets dlargent sur ta tete
Jte promets l’ak47 envie des balles come une letttre
Et ma Belle ne t’inqiuete pas chui fans la street cest La vie Elle aime les gangsters aime les I I kyung uet cette belle melodie
N all my brothers gliding round the field
He’s got this beauty on his hip if they try take him out
She told me loves the way we live im in the club with all the gang asif we made it out
2nd Verse
French on the beat shits real on the tune back the cup then straight to the moon g I get kicked out when I step with the goons back it up don’t chat for the news g I swear shits changed when I’m out with the views bare fake love when I step in the room know my ones yeah I know who’s who to the death with my boys and hey got me to when I wave my hand like a wand that’s alakazam that’s an opp boy down
Word to Slimz and I feel that bro just know that I’m there when they come back round flashbacks got me turning around but you can’t tell me shit when ya serving the brown
Make a milky with a stick high silly and a laugh like fill when I’m back on the ground
Chorus
Touché I’m de mes freres jmets dlargent sur ta tete
Jte promets l’ak47 envie des balles come une letttre
Et ma Belle ne t’inqiuete pas chui fans la street cest La vie Elle aime les gangsters aime les I I kyung uet cette belle melodie
N all my brothers gliding round the field
He’s got this beauty on his hip if they try take him out
She told me loves the way we live im in the club with all the gang asif we made it out