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choom gang - montreal corn lyrics

[intro: max vicinelli, cort chambers]
yeahhh b-tch
grrra!
(maxwell vicinelli)

[verse 1: max vicinelli]
walkin’ saint laurent with a tec on my waist (what?)
b-tch i beat that case (godd-mn!)
and like a pyrotech b-tch yeah you know i’m boutta blow
they want me to spit bars so i had to switch the flow, yo
make a movie with yo girl, call me de niro
gotta save the track yeah i’m feelin’ like a hero
there’s no one else in the game like me lets face it
they basic, not even gonna get on a playlist
they say max how you k!ll it every time?
k!ll it every line, every bar, every flow
and you know i just go
and i go and go and go
and i’m not gonna stop until i blow
and i just like to do blow, and i don’t rap slow
and show all these hoes, that i got the most
money and cars and ice and clothes and hoes
in the whole mothaf-ckin show
time to take a blunt to the dome
lift the shirt and i flashed the chrome
yeah baby girl pick up motherf-ckin’ phone
montreal corn yeah b-tch this sh-t is my home
(wooooo) (big d-ck)

[verse 2: liam “lum” katz]
shoutout dj corn
my man smacked and hit the suorn (woo)
murder that f-cking p-ssy d-mn we need to mourn (grrra!)
pedophile pete is back in this b-tch with that euro clout (on god) (sippin’!)
everything legal here so, no such thing as a drought (on ross)
praying in church smacked as f-ck
we makin’ it to heaven without a doubt (dj corn)
we doing something wrong if every night we don’t blackout (james w-ng)
out here smokin’ darts (w-ng)
marc k!llin’ us with them farts
givin me brain she got them smarts (smelly!)
nah we ain’t from these parts (what?)
going on a date with an ak, ok
ask ya b-tch how the f-ck my b-lls taste (ay)
every day we gettin’ sh-tfaced
n0body can tell what the f-ck marc’s race (brr!)
we choom gang who the f-ck is you (brr!)
making bank is what we do (brr!) (ay)
i got flow just like s.lew
don’t f-ck with my f-cking crew
(ayyyyy) (brrrr!)

[verse 3: henry brody]
it’s choom gang b-tch, international
when we hit the club we’re not acting rational
pete had a chick, she was kind of shady
patrick sundin is whipped by katie
chilling at timmy’s, eating donut holes
long pole a hoe till i got her taking notes (boom boom boom!)
smoking with joe so i’m moving slow-mo
jay cartwright f-ck a girl with my toe (bah!)
yeah we hopped across the border
in montreal with someone’s daughter (grrrrra!)
irk boy marc, drinking disorder
got a round of shots so i’m drinking this order (grra!)
shout out charles, he’s our cat
from 7055 next to hung phat
joe, lum, seb, max, corn, pete, rick
add me and marc and it’s choom gang b-tch (mama!)
(ayyyy)

[verse 4: sebastian de lasa]
i take a lexapro cause that’s gonna make me feel good (yuh) (on god)
then i f-ck your girl cause she need that real wood (on god)
i feel ecstatic
my bars elastic
choppa won’t miss when i pull up on the pigs
smoking so much that i feel asthmatic (brr)(ay)
b-tch you sad (what?)
ethan frome (yahh)
but sh-t i’m feeling glad when your girl give me dome (mama!)
i’m real artistic (canada!)
i got a big d-ck
and you can get the f-ck out if i don’t f-ck with your fit
(sloppy!) ay, ok

[verse 5: peter simpson]
i’m a sh-tty -ss rapper
but a known super trapper
i drop the top
smoke that b-tch
pull up with the f-cking clique
in the cut
drinking claws
you know i brought the bars
and max’s verse go stupid hard
and patrick’s a f-ckin’ r-t-rd!
yeah! that’s what i call that boces pack b-tch (that’s on my mama!)
fight on
fire clay helton
usc natty chip up next (on god brother)
p-ss me that f-cking lighter (brr)
this is a public service announcement by, peter simpson

[verse 6: marc gowda]
yeah, yeah
they love this sh-t, yardy know!
yeah they know i’m from the 6, but my squad in montreal (what?)
they don’t f-ck with g-ys over there senegal (ah!)
i got broads on my d-ck more bad than megan graham
call me didi at the plate f-ck it grand slam (ayy!) (ohh!)
got hoes begging for my nut call it food stamps (what?)
locking down your girl’s t-tties like kawhi clamps
ballin out like my blood mansa musa (brr!)
don’t front with the gang, or else we finna shoot ya (that’s on my mama) (oh ah)
and, they don’t wanna bite this flow
cause i put in a doctrine with this ish, call me james monroe
ayy ayy
ay ay ay ayy ayyyy!

[verse 7: joe “bahn” cohn]
montreal corn, montreal corn
ripping that gas that sh-t’s been torn (slow bahn!)
i pull up on you in a god d-mn foreign
and i f-ck with all my guys like a god d-mn p-rn (brra!)
beat that p-ssy up, call me manny pacquiao
your girl give me top, now she beggin’ me to say my vows (boces!)
uh, i f-ck my girl with my chain on but that sh-t snap (ay)
yo mom love my bars and i don’t even rap (it’s autobahn)
i hear yo new sh-t and i take a nap (ayyyy!)
i walk past yo -ss and all i smell is cap (unclear)
yuh, screamin’ video game, sh-t 2k
if you f-ck the gang you won’t see the light of day (ayyyy!)
shoutout cash carti (what?) but boy i don’t play (what?)
i got ice in my ears so i can’t hear what you say
wooooo!

[verse 8: patrick “rico” sundin]
(it’s rico season)
(rico, rico, rico, rico!)
in montreal yeah we smokin on that green
boutta buy an island call me jeffery epstein (katie!)
in the notre dame gettin top from some nuns (it’s rico season) (katie!)
boys stayin out till we see the f-ckin sun (godd-mn!)
trappin’ at the crib, and f-ckin’ on yo thot (wo!)
when she see my d-ck, man her eyes f-ckin drop

[verse 9: cort “corn” chambers]
uh, hey it’s cost
stanced up in montreal
go to a dispo flex on y’all
an eighth of the devils finest sh-t
roll it up, i chief that b-tch (cost!)
yeah we skied, now we supreme
ski corn the number one song what you mean (catholic!)
posted at the 7055
i f-ck your b-tch i’m that guy (ay)
k!lling darts, it’s automatic
cost and the boys, now that’s a cl-ssic
we pull up smacked at my crib last week
now we wheel broads internationally (mama!)
nasty with the flow this verse unfair (brr brr!)
b-tches tryna be relevant
no one cares! (oh!)
a beat and a verse, my work is here is finished
your girl mine, she got dennised (awwww)
trustee scholar, super trapper! (super trapper!)
ay, ay, ayyyy! (yeah it’s cost)

[hook: choom gang]
choom, gang, international (that’s on my man rannie)
choom, gang, international (on god)
choom, gang, international
choom, gang, international (sippin’!)
choom, gang, international (what!?)
choom, gang, international (trustee scholar!)
choom, gang, international (shoutout ross, from harding!)
choom, gang, international (godd-mn!)
choom, gang, international (yeah it’s cost!)
choom, gang, international (what? what?)
choom, gang, international
montreal corn, (ay!) montreal corn, (ayy!) montreal corn, (ayyy!) montreal corn (ayyyyy!), montreal cornnn
woo!

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