French Montana
French Montana - Cocaine Mafia songtekst
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That's that shit, montana (uhh, yeah) Chorus Ya bitch chose a nigga don't be mad Got pounds of that kush, 40 cal is in my bag No matter where I'm at, I let that thing go blat And that cocaine mafia got these niggas mad (fo sho, owww) Homie it's that cocaine mafia fo sho I could break a brick down, nigga I could break a hoe I'm a pro, what the fuck you niggas talkin? Everything's a go Hop up on a track rape a donna 150 stacks count it back leave the door locked (hold up) You watching niggas starve while you ate good Now it's ghetto niggas poppin space call me ace hood Slang wood dick dealer white chinchilla in the huddle Trynna bubble like sprite pink syrup Gotta hit the pot stir it, move an ounce fuck par And you know never play wit kon a nigga lying like a rug That coke boy music that kinda shit you get chills for Round table get the bread and butter 'fore the meal come Talk about that cocaine mafia, word to trae I'm the truth Yelling through the ceiling like "fuck the roof!" Chorus Ya bitch chose a nigga don't be mad Got pounds of that kush, 40 cal is in my bag No matter where I'm at, I let that thing go blat And that cocaine mafia got these niggas mad (fo sho, owww) Homie it's that cocaine mafia fo sho I could break a brick down, nigga I could break a hoe I'm a pro, what the fuck you niggas talkin? Everything's a go