DOWNLOAD: Nasty C & French Montana - Allow Mp3 & Lyrics

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"Allow" is a song by South African rapper Nasty C featuring American rapper French Montana. It was released in 2016 as part of Nasty C's debut studio album, "Bad Hair Extensions." The album itself is an extended version of his mixtape, "Bad Hair," which was initially released in 2016 as well.

Nasty C, whose real name is Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobo, is a highly acclaimed rapper, songwriter, and record producer from Durban, South Africa. He gained popularity in the local hip-hop scene with his mixtapes and quickly rose to prominence with his exceptional Lyrical skills and unique style. Nasty C's music often reflects his personal experiences, social issues, and his aspirations as an artist.

"Bad Hair Extensions" is a compilation album that showcases Nasty C's talent and versatility as a rapper. The album features a mix of new tracks and some songs from the original “Bad Hair”. It serves as a testament to Nasty C's growth and artistic development since the release of his earlier projects.

"Allow" stands out as one of the standout tracks on the album, featuring a collaboration with French Montana, an established rapper of Moroccan and American descent. French Montana is known for his charismatic delivery and fusion of various musical styles, including hip-hop, trap, and pop. The collaboration between Nasty C and French Montana on "Allow" adds an international flair to the song and expands Nasty C's reach beyond his local fanbase.

Nasty C Allow Lyrics

"Allow"
(feat. French Montana)

[French Montana:]
Montana
You know what it is when you hear that haan
Hey, hey, hey

[Nasty C:]
My standards are hella stone
My safe is a treasure trove
My wagon full of yellow bones
I'm about to go Hefner on 'em
If she take the shot then we gon' miss them, hold up
Call the shots like I miss 'em, don't I?
Snake niggas talk a lot of shit, and I said I know when I hear a hissing cobra
I know, I know when I see a rat
I go on 'em when I see the racks
Pick up the commas like I can't read for jack
Send it home and tell 'em Christmas is back
Yeah, it's a new sea on the map
Calling me out, to me is a prank
Calling me out, to me is a trap
Calling me out, I'mma call you back

Young nigga 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 dick then she bow
She bow, she bow
Young nigga 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 dick then she bow
She bow, she bow

I was cooking up til dawn
Now the diamonds dancing tryna charm me
These bitches used to never want me
Now they pop their ankles, how they falling

[French Montana:]
Montana
I was on the block til the morning
Sipping that Ciroc til the morning
I need to hop in the foreign
Chain iced to the arm
I'm talking John Wall
Still ride with the warrant
I'm talking Paul Wall
Balling like Paul George

[Nasty C:]
I'm talking George Foreman, yeah that's the grill talk
The jewellery add up to a mil' talk
Put it on and tell me how it feel talk
Yeah, yeah
Bitch I'm young and I'm wildin'
Yeah, my plug is my pilot
He say, "where is we flying?"
I said fuck it I haven't decided
I get high and

[French Montana:]
I hop in the drop
Dropping the top, getting the wop
(Skkrrr)
Sin City, Magic City, hoes getting the money

[Nasty C:]
Young nigga 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 dick then she bow
She bow, she bow
Young nigga 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 dick then she bow
She bow, she bow

I made the money, I made a difference
I made 'em talk, I made 'em listen
I made 'em wish and switch sides
Made these motherfuckers hate the bands
Made 'em call me lucky like I didn't force myself to stay up working
Rappers smoking, drinking yeah
I made the money, I made a difference
I made 'em talk, I made 'em listen
I made 'em wish and switch sides
Made these motherfuckers hate the bands
Made 'em call me lucky like I didn't force myself to stay up working
Rappers smoking, drinking yeah

Young nigga 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 dick then she bow
She bow, she bow
Young nigga 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 dick then she bow
She bow, she bow