Jeremih

Ty Dolla $ign

<a href="/profile/FrenchMontana" class="text-word" target="_blank" >French Montana</a> adds his &#8216;easy come, easy go&#8217; conveyance to a Mih-Ty formula that needs no introduction. The leading men of contemporary (conventional) R&amp;B made like a cleanup squad for their inaugural project together. The album contains production elements with the best in the biz, OG Parker, Hitmaka, and Cubeatz, among others.
On &#8220;FYT,&#8221; the boys co-opt Biggie&#8217;s bravado in an abbreviated form conducive to the Millenials in the crowd. French Montana sets off at a less sluggish pace than usual, conjuring up memories of the Bad Boy era that preceded the current era overseen by Puffy. Ty Dolla even gets off a couple reprehensible lyrics masked by his disarming ways, singing &#8220;gimme that kitty, girl, wash the dishes,&#8221; like he was mired in the Stone Age with Bam Bam and Barney.
The bridge leading into the final issuance of &#8220;Fuck You Tonight&#8221; is <a href="/profile/Jeremih" class="text-word" target="_blank" >Jeremih</a>&#8217;s defining moment on the record, as it intertwines so delicately with their co-authorship. Their chemistry is otherworldly. 
Quotable Lyrics:
How you gone let them hoes tell you what you like I&#8217;m in Neiman Marcus throwing tantrums You think you know high fashion Just to take it off, babe Let&#8217;s see you run your mouth when I take it down.
-Jeremih

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