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future - tony montana (true story) lyrics

[intro]
f-cking c-ckroaches
m-th-f-ckin’ freebands
want me to be the bad guy?
wanna f-ckin play?
cartel n-gg-!

[hook]
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
check up out my ears
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
i’m about to cop the porsche
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
you leave me no choice, take em to
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana

[verse 1]
i take over the streets, fresh off the banana boat
i come straight from the east
where n-gg-s split your canteloupe
you tell me where you want to meet
i’m coming with a gang of dope
my cigar full of loud
i’m laced up to the f-cking fo’
a porsche carrera, panamera, 911
i do the whole dash
dropping all cash
gutter to the death of me
i’m sticking to the recipe
slug, deal with colombians
i know sosa
all i got is my b-lls
and my word, f-ck the roaches
everything we do, we put
versace on the sofas
the money got me geeked
like i took a hit of coca
my life is a movie
i gotta stay focused

[verse 2]
another shot of quelo
she’ll be coming back to pesos
when your blood in pedro
it’s hard for hoes to let go
see ak’s ain’t no pitch
n-gg- i’ll split your tato
ain’t nothing about me ordinary
i come with the yayo
i move like a mob boss
it’s gonna take an army
the world is mine, n-gg-
you get it if you want it
you f-ckin with me, you’ll
move to alaska by the morning
you want me to be the bad guy?
ok, it’s on then
champagne spilling, crab cakes everywhere
my white b-tch trippin
she say i ain’t playing fair
i’m about to cop a tiger
and put it in the castle
freebandz accompany it
so n-gg- it don’t matter, aye!

[verse 3]
helicopter in bolivia hundred round banana
25 cameras i done broke the kn-b off
all white porsche you leave me no f-ckin choice
peruvian flight im on the way to see my jewler
walk inside the bank with so much cash they gone refuse us
dont nun round dis b-tch move unless you get approval
i need a driver to drive me around how i maneuver
im so f-ckin high right now feel like im in jerusalem
you hollin a1 a1 cause ain’t nun of this gone lose it
anytime you see me smoking low or smoking super
i would keep it real i can tell you who the shooter
all this f-ckin sauce i really think i come from cuba

[outro]
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