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Description
Coke Wave 3.5: Narcos
Producer: Dre London
Producer: Thornton Tyrell
Producer: Fitzroy Constaintine
Producer: Mike Page
Producer: Vincent Berry
Producer: Juko
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
-Impossible Dreams Music Group. -Woo, Montek.
Don Vel, hey.
She popped a half, got her titties shown.
That bitch bad with no panties on.
Countin' cash is my favorite song.
That cool black, but the baby chrome.
I make the most of it, I bet them hoes love it.
Fly by that plane magic, tell her bring no luggage. Might just go ghost fuckin', white bitch got no stomach.
Coke boys, they ain't ready, wave gods, they owe love.
I'm cash in the zone, probably with four, five bitches tryna showin', probably.
Four, five years and I'll be gone, probably with my dogs high sittin' on a throne, probably, -yeah. -These niggas on our dick.
Our products are the best. Our music is the shit.
These niggas need a lick.
I do this here for this.
I get up in they head.
Then I get up in they bed.
Yeah, we ace boon coon true hustlers. Give me all the energies, help you get muster.
New attitude, new mood, new clusters.
Gallon of the booze, if we snooze, you too rusty.
Some other type of nigga, it's so hard to explain it. The powers is the wave, it's so hard to contain it.
Bigger bought the streets back, we so hopeful.
You see him in the streets, he's a local.
That slick-ass nigga there with the charm and debonair.
When I wave my arm, I make alarms. Pull out the stair, screw you niggas and now I'm home.
Pull up a chair, these niggas is old, they goin' home. I couldn't care.
She popped a half, got her titties shown.
That bitch bad with no panties on.
Countin' cash is my favorite song. That cool black, but the baby chrome.
I make the most of it, I bet them hoes love it.
Fly by that plane magic, tell her bring no luggage. Might just go ghost fuckin', white bitch got no stomach.
Coke boys, they ain't ready, wave gods, they owe love.
I'm cash in the zone, probably with four, five bitches tryna showin', probably.
Four, five years and I'll be gone, probably with my dogs high sittin' on a throne, probably, yeah.
These niggas on our dick.
Our products are the best. Our music is the shit. These niggas need a lick.
I do this here for this.
I get up in they head.
Then I get up in they bed.