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Текст и перевод песни French Montana — Writing on the Wall

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Writing on the Wall

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Writing on the Wall
From the block, now we sniping on the opps like Somalians
Egyptian cloth on my body, diamonds like 6ix9ine hair
And we comin’ through the back, we don’t go to the concierge
Now that boy run fashion, Cardi in that Fashion Nova gear

We started the wave, now everybody lookin’ the same
Tell me how you want it
Shorty buss it down, give us the money, keep the crown
Tell me how you want it
I been around the globe in the global express, ten 0’s in my met worth, yeah
Neck work then the leg work (Work)
We the Starz like the network

You see the writing on the wall
Hold on to me and I’ma hold you
You see the writing on the wall
Oh, bring it back, bring it back, yeah

Got a lil’ mama in my telephone, she jumpin’ up all on me, yo
Hoes all in my section, I don’t want ‘em kick them bitches out like vamanos
We can work it out lil mama, all we need is just a little cardio
She the type of woman if it came down to it, I would catch a body for
Call my accountant, buy my bitch new Beamer, she whip catch a body for
I spend whatever, girl, I’ll do whatever to show you I’m serious
That sounds familiar, they just talkin’ shit ‘cause they feel inferior, ooh yeah
It’s just how it goes

You see the writing on the wall
Hold on to me and I’ma hold you
You see the writing on the wall
Oh, bring it back, bring it back, yeah

All the millions make ‘em horny, Montana, Cardi, we’re the hottest out the South Bronx, yeah
Make me holler for a dollar, got my make up on your collar, you’ll be calling me tomorrow, yeah
And my diamonds like water, you’ll be calling me tomorrow, then them dress gettin’ shorter, her
Make it push a little harder, little faster, little deeper, boy, I promise I’ma keeper, yeah

Said it’s all about the level up, booty like a Jello Cup
Bitches hella jealous, wishing it was them instead of us
I done got hot, dog, relish, she ain’t catchin’ up
Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Balenciaga, Margiela, ah!
Standing ovation, the broad of the nation
Me and bae racin’ the Wraiths, we adjacent
Wish that we can take the rumors to the bank (To the bank)
We don’t have no more room inside the safe
But I’m out ballin’ like an athlete, tap it like it’s jazz feet
Hold the door for me then pp me in the ass cheek
Ain’t too rich to get it poppin in the back seat
Next time you want another bitch, you better ask me
Ike and Tina that ass, you better take a bitch you know, show my name and this pass
And now we rollin’ down the freeway, talkin’ ‘bout a three-way
Started working out, but he gon’ hit me on his cheat day off

You see the writing on the wall
Hold on to me and I’ma hold you
You see the writing on the wall
Oh, bring it back, bring it back, yeah

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