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French Montana lyrics : "Cocaine Mafia"

That's that %#@!, montana (uhh, yeah)
Chorus
Ya (*##$ chose a ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%s mad (fo sho, owww)

Homie it's that cocaine mafia fo sho
I could break a brick down, ^!$$% I could break a hoe
I'm a pro, what the $#&@ you ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s starve while you ate good
Now it's ghetto ^!$$%s 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 $#&@ par
And you know never play wit kon a ^!$$% lying like a rug

That !@%!e boy music that kinda %#@! 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 "$#&@ the roof!"

Chorus

Ya (*##$ chose a ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%s mad (fo sho, owww)
Homie it's that cocaine mafia fo sho
I could break a brick down, ^!$$% I could break a hoe

I'm a pro, what the $#&@ you ^!$$%s talkin?
Everything's a go

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