Песня Massari feat. French Montana - Shisha

Woah, woah
Drinks in the air like, everybody feel like
Woah, woah
Everybody hands in the sky like, we run the night like
Woah, woah
Drum beatin' harder than a bongo
She drop it down low
Woah, woah
Up on the seams they watch me now

Gotta light the shisha, then we pass the Chardonnay
Poppin' bottles we ain't leaving till the morning
Let me see you put your lighters in the air
Shorty wine up on my body like you want it
She movin' fast, she winin' slow
She's tellin' me, that she's ready to go
I'm spending cash, geronimo, when Massari in the party make the club go

Woah, woah
Drinks in the air like, everybody feel like
Woah, woah
Everybody hands in the sky like, we run the night like
Woah, woah
Drum beatin' harder than a bongo
She drop it down low
Woah, woah
Up on the seams they watch me now

Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom
Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom
Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom
Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom

Watching me, watching me like a movie in a club
We run tings, know a-big tings we run
Rock wit me, rock wit me, got'cha body burnin' up
Push it back on me, touching me, like you wanna give it up
I wanna, pull you pon your waist, you'll never wanna leave
I got you right where you wanna be
And I know, tonight I'm gonna make you fall in love with me
Girl I'll be makin' your body scream

Woah, woah
Drinks in the air like, everybody feel like
Woah, woah
Everybody hands in the sky like, we run the night like
Woah, woah
Drum beatin' harder than a bongo
She drop it down low
Woah, woah
Up on the seams they watch me now

Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom
Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom
Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom
Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom

I got what you want, pull up and stunt
Right right looking like first of the month
I'm talkin' forty a feature
Bad b- on the shisha
Everyday we cash out, smoke smokin' that Keisha
High 'til the morning, bad bitch I'm showin' it
Watch 'em land on the charts
Came up fresh out the corner
You know I talk like a pimp
With the Ghost like a mac
Takin' off like Kemp, play that post like Shaq
Cold fever from money, Morocco when sunny
Quarter mill on the wheel
Thirty chains on my stomach
Got plenty to smoke, champagne for the pain
Doin' doin' the most, you know we runnin' the game

Woah, woah
Drinks in the air like, everybody feel like
Woah, woah
Everybody hands in the sky like, we run the night like
Woah, woah
Drum beatin' harder than a bongo
She drop it down low
Woah, woah
Up on the seams they watch me now