Lyrics French Montana – Playing In The Wind II

Hook:
All my niggas fly high, we playin’ in the wind
All my niggas fly high, we playin’ in the wind
All my niggas fly high, we playin’ in the wind

Verse:
Frank Lucas and Blake Griffin
St. Thomas or San Quentin
Trips to Puerto Rico, all that Rico Love
Packs in the hallway is
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Paranoid, yeah the streets talk
Got me swimmin’ with the Desert, man, seahawk
I be swervin’, got a hundred thousand in my denim
And we can talk about these crabs for dinner
Pop them pills, smokin’ dank, drinkin’ lean too
Got me runnin’ through the fire with gasoline suit
All eyes, closed mouth
Fake friends, lost ties,
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Courtside, climb fences, barbed wires
Bars wired, been ballin’, Karlton Hines
Whispers in the dark give you cold heart
Kill the ink, paid in full, Eric B
Rakim Allah, say a prayer doin’ bad or good
Buy the charts, can’t buy the hood
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in the paint,
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in the lane

Hook