Is You Kiddin Me Video (MV)
Performed By: French Montana
Featuring: DJ Paul, Juicy J, Project Pat
Language: English
Written by: Jordan Houston, Karim Kharbouch, Patrick Houston
French Montana - Is You Kiddin Me Lyrics
Smokin weed, poppin pills, sippin sirup
Drinkin hen, fckin bitches, chasin money
Till the mutherfckin end, baby
It doens't even matter, all the money
In the cars man, it doesn't even matter, baby
Imma ride fo this bitch, till I Die of
In this bitch
On the hump, for the money, open eyes
Out this bitch
Is you a friend of me?Is you a enemy?
Is you purpotratin, is you kiddin me?
Gettin bottles, sippin? get this money
Is you with me when they clapin
Don't be runnin
All my partners smokin weed, poppin pills
Sippin sirup, drinkin hen, f*ckin bitches
Gettin money till the mutherfckin end
Can't be real in tha game full of suckers
When the Masee rollin up, all the bitches
Wann fck usStop Bluffin!
Now I know you nggas real well shoot you in
And you still tell
Bout to get my ngga on tha pill'ber
Man you gon seen dat shit real
When the? come out
These rap nggas poppin pills and
They homo come out
Is that cocaine juice, pap-blues, stacks
Brown paper bag
Got the dealer, tell that nigga
Throw the roof back
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Smokin weed, poppin pills, sippin sirup
Drinkin hen, fckin bitches, chasin money
Till the mutherfckin end, baby
It doens't even matter, all the money
In the cars man, it doesn't even matter, baby
Imma ride fo this bitch, till I Die of
In this bitch
On the hump, for the money, open eyes
Out this bitch
Is you a friend of me?Is you a enemy?
Is you purpotratin, is you kiddin me?
Gettin bottles, sippin? get this money
Is you with me when they clapin
Don't be runnin
All my partners smokin weed, poppin pills
Sippin sirup, drinkin hen, f*ckin bitches
Gettin money till the mutherfckin end
Can't be real in tha game full of suckers
When the Masee rollin up, all the bitches
Wann fck usStop Bluffin!
Now I know you nggas real well shoot you in
And you still tell
Bout to get my ngga on tha pill'ber
Man you gon seen dat shit real
When the? come out
These rap nggas poppin pills and
They homo come out
Is that cocaine juice, pap-blues, stacks
Brown paper bag
Got the dealer, tell that nigga
Throw the roof back
Drinkin hen, fckin bitches, chasin money
Till the mutherfckin end, baby
It doens't even matter, all the money
In the cars man, it doesn't even matter, baby
Imma ride fo this bitch, till I Die of
In this bitch
On the hump, for the money, open eyes
Out this bitch
Is you a friend of me?Is you a enemy?
Is you purpotratin, is you kiddin me?
Gettin bottles, sippin? get this money
Is you with me when they clapin
Don't be runnin
All my partners smokin weed, poppin pills
Sippin sirup, drinkin hen, f*ckin bitches
Gettin money till the mutherfckin end
Can't be real in tha game full of suckers
When the Masee rollin up, all the bitches
Wann fck usStop Bluffin!
Now I know you nggas real well shoot you in
And you still tell
Bout to get my ngga on tha pill'ber
Man you gon seen dat shit real
When the? come out
These rap nggas poppin pills and
They homo come out
Is that cocaine juice, pap-blues, stacks
Brown paper bag
Got the dealer, tell that nigga
Throw the roof back
Writer: Jordan Houston, Karim Kharbouch, Patrick Houston
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.