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Description
Coke Wave 3.5: Narcos
Producer: Juko
Producer: Justice League
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
Recording Engineer: Devin “DARRiS” Harris
Mixing Engineer: Jelani “Jay B Frosty” Bodden
Composer: Karim Kharbouch
Composer: Charles Wingate
Lyrics and translation
Original
How much shit was going on?
Narcos.
Praying that all my dogs go to heaven, heaven, heaven.
Took me my very first drink when I was eleven, eleven, eleven.
And you can feel the Ferraris on your ass, yeah, trailing, trailing.
Fuck them piggies, they can get a dick fast. They jealous.
Coke wave 'bout to go dummy. Killers and them hoes love me.
Spent a million cold monthly. My bitch worth a whole country. Pay homage, we top tier.
Climb up to the top stair. Run up twenty-five years. Hit Morocco, high deal.
Big stages we need to bless. Four hundred, I need to step. Was rookies, now we the vets.
Ten muscles I need to flex. Global jets, I need to fly. Counting cash out make me high.
Watch my boy up on that trial. When Max walked out I almost cried. Double up, triple beam.
Double cup, daydreaming. Double back, second wind.
Niggas, you gotta double team. Started from the bottom, went and got it with no radio.
Balling with the family, Vince Carter and Tim McGrady though.
Praying that all my dogs go to heaven, heaven, heaven.
Took me my very first drink when I was eleven, eleven, eleven.
And you can feel the Ferraris on your ass, yeah, trailing, trailing.
Fuck them piggies, they can get a dick fast. They jealous.
You see the streets out here, see what the game is like.
We ain't believe you in the beginning, but let's make it right.
It's steak and rice, let's take the plate.
You take the candy from my baby, I'ma take your life. I could fuck a bad bitch and I won't even stay the night.
I stop the drive, fuck you thought I couldn't get them? Delay your flight.
Them niggas think they all that, damn right.
Pulling off in the Phantom, banana tailpipe.
When it come to corporations, I use the shell type. We knocking shit up out the park, we hit the nail right.
I did the jump shoes, did the jail stripes.
I love a bad bitch to keep her feet and nails right.