Video Kind Of Girl Ft Harry Fraud Rick Ross de French Montana 2024 Hip Hop Lyrics

French Montana - Kind Of Girl Ft Harry Fraud Rick Ross Lyrics

(La musica de Harry Fraud)
Shorty keep it real, it's better than bein' perfect (Perfect)
I pull up in a foreign and my shooter's in suburbans ('Burbans)
Icy with a stick on me, like I'm playin' hockey (Hockey)
They done dragged me through the mud but them boys couldn't stop me

Slidin' through your hood with my Haan (Haan)
You know the vibe (Vibe), you know the vibe (Vibe)
I be slidin' through your hood with my Haan (Haan)
You know the vibe (Vibe), you know the vibe (Vibe)

I'm a shooter in my city like KD (KD)
Walkin' through the field like I'm AB (AB)
It's not the palace, it's the pit (It's the pit)
Walkin' through your hood with my stick (Bah, bah, baow)
Get it from the mud, dirt cheap (Dirt cheap)
Had the block clickin' like Adele first week
Fifty mil' strong if you're talkin' ten-year challenge
Money, bitches, power, hunnid', fifties, and thousands (Thousands)
Cruisin' with the Uzi like I'm JT (JT)
If you see me with my beanie like a steak peek (Steak peek)
Them Coke Wave boys put the pain in it
Max got seventy-five, Chinx put the yay' in it, haan (Yay' in it)

Shorty keep it real, it's better than bein' perfect (Perfect)
I pull up in a foreign and my shooter's in suburbans (Brr, brr)
Icy with a stick on me, like I'm playin' hockey (Hockey)
They done dragged me through the mud but them boys couldn't stop me

Slidin' through your hood with my Haan (Haan)
You know the vibe (Vibe), you know the vibe (Vibe)
I be slidin' through your hood with my Haan (Haan)
You know the vibe (Vibe), you know the vibe (Vibe)

Uh, I be in the Lamb' (Yeah), Trill' buy a Lamb'
Switched to a brick, I ain't never did a scam
Knee-deep in ten, knee-deep in my beef
We was hoppin' out of vans tryna stand over your mans (Grr)
With a big fire, cellmate fed' (Turn up)
Case it 'cause I can, nigga, who gon' stop me? (Who gon' stop me?)
Big old choppy, moppy, clean his oxy
Impatient, God to gangstas, I point my off-free (My off-free)
Niggas close on my foes, couldn't need to haunt me (Need to haunt me)
I ain't trippin', it's fuck 'em dead, 'cause it was fuck the label
I ain't tryna go like Biggie, they trill mean they trill
'Cause every city hop out with my Blicky, trigger finger itchy (Brrt, brrt)

Shorty keep it real, it's better than bein' perfect (Perfect)
I pull up in a foreign and my shooter's in suburbans (Brr, brr)
Icy with a stick on me, like I'm playin' hockey (Hockey)
They done dragged me through the mud but them boys couldn't stop me

Slidin' through your hood with my Haan (Haan)
You know the vibe (Vibe), you know the vibe (Vibe)
I be slidin' through your hood with my Haan (Haan)
You know the vibe (Vibe), you know the vibe (Vibe)

Haan, shorty keep it real, it's better than bein' perfect (Perfect)
I pull up in a foreign and my shooter's in suburbans (Brr, brr)
Icy with a stick on me, like I'm playin' hockey (Hockey)
Watch how you talkin', all the boys get cocky (Get cocky)