blu3 – tony montana lyrics
[verse: blu3]
when i wake up, count my racks
i see that b+tch in the corner, b+tch she smoke (smoke) crack
got my [?] on the side, im going fast
i got a pregnant woman, [?]
[hook: intra & (blu3)]
(yuh)
tony montana, like b+tches i f+ck with rihanna
im living, im living i burgler i [?] up a b+tch and then f+ck it i ride [?]
(rider)
inside and out i go spit (spit)
deep in n out (deep in n out)
riding my money i kick+flip
(i ride on that b+tch and she thick (thick))
(the thing is, should i even dip?)
[verse: blu3]
maybe i should dip, pack my bag up with chips
there’s no hoes up in this b+tch
stop with putting that purple sh+t on the bathtub
stop with putting that purple sh+t on the bathtub
thought i was done with my chips? (h+ll nah)
if you gon’ fight, fight with your fists
or don’t fight at all
b+tch that is your fault
we just wanna ball
b+tch you might just fall back
[prechorus: intra & blu3]
time, time, time
[hook: intra & (blu3)]
(yuh)
tony montana, like b+tches i f+ck with rihanna
im living, im living i burgler i [?] up a b+tch and then f+ck it i ride [?]
(ridеr)
inside and out i go spit (spit)
deep in n out (deep in n out)
riding my money i kick+flip
(i ride on that b+tch and shе thick (thick))
(the thing is, should i even dip?)
[chorus: intra & (blu3)]
(i’m not gon’ lie)
(these b+tches lie)
twenty four times
twenty four
[verse: intra]
we out the way
twenty four times it sway
we pave out the way
twenty four racks and i pull up im rocking dat prada
(sike)
lie to yo momma’
this is obama
sike you thought
f+ck designer, f+ck your clothes
rocking designer brands dont get you hoes
them hoes, i’m f+cking your b+tch [?]
[chorus: intra & (blu3)]
(i’m not gon’ lie)
(these b+tches lie)
twenty four times
twenty four
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