MONTRÉAL
MONTRÉAL

UNIK - MONTRÉAL Lyrics

Dec 22, 2020
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MONTRÉAL Lyrics

Real city ridding with the crew, Olympic circles on the hood
Yeah I been pushing that foreign shit, thanks to Mom-Douce
And I been backstabbed before but my niqqa, it’s all good
I guess life's warning me for what's coming in Hollywood
I asked yo' bitch to suck dick, but she wasn't in the mood
So I had to pull out my phone, started jerking to some nudes
Put my semen in the garbage, Rest In Peace, pay homage
Even if we shacking hands, we got nothing in common
Universe will hand me my shit cuz I been fucking with Karma
But I ain't talking ‘bout the dollars, fuck me? beg you pardon
Niqqas hating cuz I'm honest, but it's Death before Dishonor
So before you stare me down my niqqa, hope you solid
Round here we using knuckles, fuck squeezing a revolver
Before making a mistake all I think of is my Mama
31 Years old, gladly ain’t got no Baby Mama
Hope I live another thirty before I get to see my Mama again
Montréal, home of the Expo, where you getting exposed
For not coming with your best flows
Where we got the best weed growers, fuck Government Marijuana
I’m tryna get it at the lowest
Montréal, call it the home of the bilingual
Homies know they girlfriend in love with my body language
The way I move to the beats just like a cobra dancing
Like a Montréal fraud niqqa, all I know is flexin’
Bench pressing, calculate moves like a math question
We ain’t talking through the phone, we use text message
You know how the Eclipse Unit down to get aggressive
Like that student who lost an eye cuz she was protesting
Or that fagget cop who asked me if I learned my lesson
Beating me for no reason then he had to stretch it
With a thousand dollar fine, that had to be contested
Went in front of the judge, told him the facts
Showed respect to the system, it had to show love back
I mean I know there's a few rotten apples between the cops
Making it harder for the good ones to bring balance
I wish you luck, but please stop the profiling
Montréal, home of the Expo, where you getting exposed
For not coming with your best flows
Where we got the best weed growers, fuck Government Marijuana
I’m tryna get it at the lowest

Real city ridding with the crew, Olympic circles on the hood
Yeah I been pushing that foreign shit, thanks to Mom-Douce
And I been backstabbed before but my niqqa, it’s all good
I guess life's warning me for what's coming in Hollywood
I asked yo' bitch to suck dick, but she wasn't in the mood
So I had to pull out my phone, started jerking to some nudes
Put my semen in the garbage, Rest In Peace, pay homage
Even if we shacking hands, we got nothing in common
Universe will hand me my shit cuz I been fucking with Karma
But I ain't talking ‘bout the dollars, fuck me? beg you pardon
Niqqas hating cuz I'm honest, but it's Death before Dishonor
So before you stare me down my niqqa, hope you solid
Round here we using knuckles, fuck squeezing a revolver
Before making a mistake all I think of is my Mama
31 Years old, gladly ain’t got no Baby Mama
Hope I live another thirty before I get to see my Mama again
Montréal, home of the Expo, where you getting exposed
For not coming with your best flows
Where we got the best weed growers, fuck Government Marijuana
I’m tryna get it at the lowest
Montréal, call it the home of the bilingual
Homies know they girlfriend in love with my body language
The way I move to the beats just like a cobra dancing
Like a Montréal fraud niqqa, all I know is flexin’
Bench pressing, calculate moves like a math question
We ain’t talking through the phone, we use text message
You know how the Eclipse Unit down to get aggressive
Like that student who lost an eye cuz she was protesting
Or that fagget cop who asked me if I learned my lesson
Beating me for no reason then he had to stretch it
With a thousand dollar fine, that had to be contested
Went in front of the judge, told him the facts
Showed respect to the system, it had to show love back
I mean I know there's a few rotten apples between the cops
Making it harder for the good ones to bring balance
I wish you luck, but please stop the profiling
Montréal, home of the Expo, where you getting exposed
For not coming with your best flows
Where we got the best weed growers, fuck Government Marijuana
I’m tryna get it at the lowest

Writer(s): Mehdi Hannouni
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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