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Data di rilascio: 27.05.2021
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Coke Boyz |
Closing up shop and locking doors |
Turning up lost in some unknown |
Silence so mighty you go deaf |
Bombs are going off inside your chest. |
It feels like the end |
(Hook) |
Uh Coke Boys |
Uh Montana |
Uh we up in here |
Uh what they talkin bout? |
Uh Coke Boys |
Uh Montana |
Uh we up in here |
Uh what they talkin bout? |
Uh Coke Boys |
Uh Montana |
Uh we in this bitch |
Uh what they talkin bout? |
Uh Coke Boys |
Uh Montana |
Uh we in this bitch |
Uh what they talkin bout? |
Bombs are going off inside your chest. |
It feels like the end |
(Verse) |
Custom made shoes buy them drugs sell em |
They try and nail me to the cross but I’m across the globe |
I’m talkin 20 M’s, 20 in the pen |
Winners never quit, quitters never win |
Comin out the bottom, you don’t know the half |
I’m finished now, my city just call the autograph |
From the most hated to the most loved |
You see them red diamonds? Nigga that’s cold blood |
Hearts turnin weaks, killers turned to baits |
Niggas hate to love, haters love to hate |
A salam aleikum and shala |
Please tell my story right if I got that |
(Hook) |
Uh Coke Boys |
Uh Montana |
Uh we up in here |
Uh what they talkin bout? |
Uh Coke Boys |
Uh Montana |
Uh we up in here |
Uh what they talkin bout? |
Uh Coke Boys |
Uh Montana |
Uh we in this bitch |
Uh what they talkin bout? |
Uh Coke Boys |
Uh Montana |
Uh we in this bitch |
Uh what they talkin bout? |
Bombs are going off inside your chest. |
It feels like the end |
(Verse) |
See them diamonds flashing, come and catch the photo |
High off life but I’m sittin solo |
Bitches fall out, real niggas fall in |
Sharks in them waters there, you stick yo toes in |
Tryna fin God cus they gave me Him |
The road paved in them hunnits, that’s a paper trail |
Chinchilla dyed mood but the coupe roach |
Absorbed all this bullshit and let the truth soaking |
Self-made, never press the clock |
The fire of the pin got my heart to block |
From the blocks where the young niggas hit they vein |
It’s Detroit not the country, now we switchin planes |
They tryna kill my mind and my body |
Coke Boys, new Illuminati |
(Hook) |
Uh Coke Boys |
Uh Montana |
Uh we up in here |
Uh what they talkin bout? |
Uh Coke Boys |
Uh Montana |
Uh we up in here |
Uh what they talkin bout? |
Uh Coke Boys |
Uh Montana |
Uh we in this bitch |
Uh what they talkin bout? |
Uh Coke Boys |
Uh Montana |
Uh we in this bitch |
Uh what they talkin bout? |
Bombs are going off inside your chest. |
It feels like the end |
(Verse) |
Winnin kinda stuntin, I’m like Money Man Meech |
Brought y city with me and we comin in a fleet |
And now I’m getting wit ya, now I brought it in the streets |
I’m thinkin fuck a album sale, we sold 100 bricks this week |
Thousands grams of crack, take it to the table |
Back it all up, take it to the label |
And tell them that distributed, I’m getting cake ridiculous |
Ride like a frog, killin through the traffic ribiddin |
They tellin me to turn down, they said that I need Ritalin |
Ballin like I’m Jordan, assist, I’m Scotty Pippen it |
In and out the flows, crossin over like I’m dribbling |
Running laps round the rappers, tired like Michelin |
Started out with triple M, but double initiative |
Yellow gold, Cuban diamonds, blue like Michigan |
(Hook) |
Uh Coke Boys |
Uh Montana |
Uh we up in here |
Uh what they talkin bout? |
Uh Coke Boys |
Uh Montana |
Uh we up in here |
Uh what they talkin bout? |
Uh Coke Boys |
Uh Montana |
Uh we in this bitch |
Uh what they talkin bout? |
Uh Coke Boys |
Uh Montana |
Uh we in this bitch |
Uh what they talkin bout? |
Bombs are going off inside your chest. |
It feels like the end |
Bombs are going off inside your chest. |