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Description
Coke Wave 3.5: Narcos
Producer: Ripper On The Beat
Lead Vocals: French Montana
Lead Vocals: Max B
Recording Engineer: DeVonne "Knice" Knights
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
Ain't gonna lie, I always wanted to rip on that one
Yeah.
A nigga.
Ride on these niggas, man.
Niggas out here, tender dick niggas, playing the victim. Mm-hmm.
I ride on these niggas.
Me and my brothers go, yeah. Making house calls, fucking on his bitch.
Busting tracks first day home, pulling on the strip.
Double back, hit the store, spend a dozen on this trip. Always gotta make sure them niggas bumping all the scripts.
I'm a nigga living life, bitch husband on the list.
It's the counting money Crisco nigga coming off the ship. Last time you seen me, nigga, I was pumping off the rip.
Ragnar, hacksaw, dug in with the stick.
See my bitch, she say she love me every time she blow the tip. Lil' mama running routes like Obama and the Chip.
Put your mama on the strip, couple commas, fuck 'em first.
Got the bulletproof dick, shit, driving in the trench, ah. Owee-oh,
Narcos.
Owee-oh, all my niggas ten ten toes.
Owee-oh, -you know. Owee-oh, Narcos. -Coke
Wave, Boom Music got the band back. Head crack, faces on the flyer, get a jam-pack.
Anthrax, get the chicken, get the lamb black.
Leave with a dollar, hundred million when I land back. Bad bitches getting tossed with they friend.
From the bottom where a loss help you more than a win.
Went and got it on the arm, connect hit me with ten. When I cut them bitches off, counting my first M, ha. Don Snow,
Coke Wave, bring the game back. No diss track, need a feature, just say that.
Bar codes got stripes, narcos. Word to Keisha, get cold fucking with a honcho pack.
Owee-oh,
Narcos.
Owee-oh, all my niggas ten ten toes.
Owee-oh, you know.
Owee-oh,
Narcos
English translation
Ain't gonna lie, I always wanted to rip on that one
Yeah.
A nigga.
Ride on these niggas, man.
Niggas out here, tender dick niggas, playing the victim. Mm-hmm.
I ride on these niggas.
Me and my brothers go, yeah. Making house calls, fucking on his bitch.
Busting tracks first day home, pulling on the strip.
Double back, hit the store, spend a dozen on this trip. Always gotta make sure them niggas bumping all the scripts.
I'm a nigga living life, bitch husband on the list.
It's the counting money Crisco nigga coming off the ship. Last time you seen me, nigga, I was pumping off the rip.
Ragnar, hacksaw, dug in with the stick.
See my bitch, she say she love me every time she blow the tip. Lil' mama running routes like Obama and the Chip.
Put your mama on the strip, couple commas, fuck 'em first.
Got the bulletproof dick, shit, driving in the trench, ah. Owee-oh,
Narcos.
Owee-oh, all my niggas ten ten toes.
Owee-oh, -you know. Owee-oh, Narcos. -Coke
Wave, Boom Music got the band back. Head crack, faces on the flyer, get a jam-pack.
Anthrax, get the chicken, get the lamb black.
Leave with a dollar, hundred million when I land back. Bad bitches getting tossed with they friend.
From the bottom where a loss help you more than a win.
Went and got it on the arm, connect hit me with ten. When I cut them bitches off, counting my first M, ha. Don Snow,
Coke Wave, bring the game back. No diss track, need a feature, just say that.
Bar codes got stripes, narcos. Word to Keisha, get cold fucking with a honcho pack.
Owee-oh,
Narcos.
Owee-oh, all my niggas ten ten toes.
Owee-oh, you know.
Owee-oh,
Narcos