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Description
Coke Wave 3.5: Narcos
Producer: Murda Beatz
Producer: Juko
Lead Vocals: French Montana
Lead Vocals: Max B
Programmer: Murda Beatz
Recording Engineer: Devin “DARRiS” Harris
Mixing Engineer: DeVonne "Knice" Knights
Mastering Engineer: DeVonne "Knice" Knights
Atmos Mixing Engineer: DeVonne "Knice" Knights
Composer: Karim Kharbouch
Composer: Charles Wingate
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ortega, let's go.
Uh,
Simon Swan. Tell me what's the type of shit these niggas really on?
I turn the city up, you turn the bitches off.
Milli worth of jewels, thirty thousand on the cloth. I ain't never trick, need thirty thousand on the slore.
Poppin' bottles on the tour, feel this wavy shit, need probably some more.
I be runnin' up a bag, now it's time to get some more.
Steppin' out the water like I'm Bruce Leroy with the glow. I can't fuck with Big Avelli, he be cheatin' on the low.
Spend the weekend with your hoe, never beatin' on the note.
Baby, when you get to creepin', you just keep it on the low. We could travel to the ocean, I'll be leapin' out the boat.
Now when you see us in the streets, don't be thinkin' shit is sweet.
I got the steppers that be all over the states.
Nigga, fresh up out the time, I don't care where you hide. Got some niggas that'll show up to your place.
You was just poppin' tags, we should throw it in the bag. Niggas fuckin' up your stomach and your face.
Damn.
-Niggas ain't even in the race. -Henny, Montana.
She off that Don Julio, actin' foolio. Snipin' at the club, tryna see what's after.
Taste so good, nigga wanna lick the wrapper. School her hard now , got her feelin' soft.
Turn the money up , turn them bitches off. Front cover, centerfold, tryna break us off.
She a four-course meal, mami got the sauce.
Keep your heart 'cause these hoes vicious.
We don't spoil you bitches to be loyal, we spoil loyal bitches. Still be reppin' for my dawg, fuck the other side.
Only dead presidents make her come alive. Norik with mamis screamin', "Ay, papi".
I seen a lot of things but shorty top three.
Coke weight boy , gotta dope 'em up.
Tell her keep her face down, give her motion -luck.
-Now when you see us in the streets, don't be thinkin' shit is sweet. I got the steppers that be all over the states.
Nigga, fresh up out the time, I don't care where you hide.
Got some niggas that'll show up to your place.
You was just poppin' tags, we should throw it in the bag. Niggas fuckin' up your stomach and your face. Damn.
Niggas ain't even in the race.
English translation
Ortega, let's go.
Uh,
Simon Swan. Tell me what's the type of shit these niggas really on?
I turn the city up, you turn the bitches off.
Milli worth of jewels, thirty thousand on the cloth. I ain't never trick, need thirty thousand on the slore.
Poppin' bottles on the tour, feel this wavy shit, need probably some more.
I be runnin' up a bag, now it's time to get some more.
Steppin' out the water like I'm Bruce Leroy with the glow. I can't fuck with Big Avelli, he be cheatin' on the low.
Spend the weekend with your hoe, never beatin' on the note.
Baby, when you get to creepin', you just keep it on the low. We could travel to the ocean, I'll be leapin' out the boat.
Now when you see us in the streets, don't be thinkin' shit is sweet.
I got the steppers that be all over the states.
Nigga, fresh up out the time, I don't care where you hide. Got some niggas that'll show up to your place.
You was just poppin' tags, we should throw it in the bag. Niggas fuckin' up your stomach and your face.
Damn.
-Niggas ain't even in the race. -Henny, Montana.
She off that Don Julio, actin' foolio. Snipin' at the club, tryna see what's after.
Taste so good, nigga wanna lick the wrapper. School her hard now , got her feelin' soft.
Turn the money up , turn them bitches off. Front cover, centerfold, tryna break us off.
She a four-course meal, mami got the sauce.
Keep your heart 'cause these hoes vicious.
We don't spoil you bitches to be loyal, we spoil loyal bitches. Still be reppin' for my dawg, fuck the other side.
Only dead presidents make her come alive. Norik with mamis screamin', "Ay, papi".
I seen a lot of things but shorty top three.
Coke weight boy , gotta dope 'em up.
Tell her keep her face down, give her motion -luck.
-Now when you see us in the streets, don't be thinkin' shit is sweet. I got the steppers that be all over the states.
Nigga, fresh up out the time, I don't care where you hide.
Got some niggas that'll show up to your place.
You was just poppin' tags, we should throw it in the bag. Niggas fuckin' up your stomach and your face. Damn.
Niggas ain't even in the race.