LYRICS: Nasty C – Allow Ft. French Montana

Lyrics Of Allow By Nasty C Featuring French
Montana
[Intro – French Montana]
Montana
You know what it is when you hear
that, haan
Ey! ey! ey!
[Verse 1 – Nasty C]
My standards are hella stone
My safe is a treasure zone
My wagon full of yellow Bones
I’m about to go Hefner on em,
If she take a shot we Gon miss em
Hol’up
Calling shots like I’m missing donor
Snake n****s talk a lotta s**t, and I said
I know when I
hear a hissing cobra
I know I don’t wanna see a rat
I go on em when I see the racks
Pick up the commas like I can’t read a
cheque
Send it home and tell em Christmas is
back
It’s a new scene on the map
Calling me out to me is a prank
Calling me out to me is a trap
Calling me out, imma call you back
[Hook/Chorus – Nasty C] (x2)
Young n***a put in the grind
I shine, I shine
I take your girl from the crowd
She down she down
They tryna come to the house
Allow Allow
She take the D then she bounce
She bounce she bounce
[Verse 2 – Nasty C]
I was cooking up till dawn
Now the diamonds dancing tryna charm
me
These b*****s used to never want me
Now they pop they ankles how they
falling
[Verse 3 – French Montana]
I was on the block till the morning
Sipping that sprite till the morning
I let that hop in the foreign
Chain iced to the arm
Talking John Wall
Still run with a wa
Talking Paul Walker
Balling like Paul George
[Verse 4 – Nasty C]
Talking George Foreman
Yeah that’s the grill talk
The Jewellery add up to a mill talk
Put it on and tell me how it feel talk
Yeah Yeah
B***h I’m young and I’m wilding
Yeah my plug is my partner
He say where is we flying
I said ** it I haven’t decided
I get high and i hop in the drop
[Bridge – French Montana]
Dropping the top, getting the wop
Said magic city said said getting the
money ad:s
[Hook/Chorus – Nasty C] (x2)
Young n***a put in the grind
I shine, I shine
I take your girl from the crowd
She down she down
They tryna come to the house
Allow Allow
She take the D then she bounce
She bounce she bounce
[Verse 5 – Nasty C]
I’m made the money, I made a
difference
I made em talk, I made em listen
I made em wish and switch sides
Made these mother**ers hate the bands
Made em call me lucky like I didn’t
force myself to stay
up Working
Rappers smoking, drinking yeah

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