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letra de cough - ​montana99

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[intro]
hey, hey, hey
jay montana, man
okay, jay montana
hey, jay montana, man
okay
oh my god, it’s jay montana, man

[chorus]
i just been smokin’ on dope, yeah
step in all white like the pope
i’m with some reapers, they takin’ your soul, yeah
i put the beam on his nose
bullets they hit him, they make him a ghost, yeah
i’m finna pour me a four
raise up your cups, i’mma have me a toast, yeah
smokin’ exotic, i f-cked up my lungs
d-mn it, i just got a cough
i’m up in boston, ballin’ like rondo
catchin’ the pack like i’m moss
walk in the store and i’m poppin’ them tags
i do not care what it cost
he runnin’ his mouth, we makin’ him famous
we put that boy up on fox

[verse]
we was so brokе, i was a jit, momma was juggin’ for clothes, yeah
‘membеr them days i had to walk, now i’mma spin inna rolls, yeah
i’m inna crib, smokin’ a blunt, white boy, he smokin’ a bowl, yeah
they like ”montana, you goin’ so crazy” but i had to switch up the flow, yeah
labels keep callin’ my phone, i told ’em ”shut up, if it’s not ’bout a m”
every time i make a song, i send it to gang, i’m like ”yeah, this a gem”
n-ggas who switched up on me they see that i’m up, they try makin’ amends
i used to pray for a v, now i’m at the dealer, i’m coppin’ a benz
d-mn it, i feel like i’m him
i got a brother that’s shootin’ this sh-t and a brother that jump out the gym
i got a brother that’s swipin’ them cards and a brother that’s locked inna pen
i got a brother that pull up with za and a brother that pull up with gin
so don’t be callin’ me brother if you do not know all the sh-t that i’ve been
no, don’t be callin’ me twin
feel like the president when i done walked in the spot they all know that i’m in
shorty she heaven sent, but i know when we together we both finna sin
srt revvin’ it, but i’mma hop inna stoley when we finna spin
i just been…
[chorus]
i just been smokin’ on dope, yeah
step in all white like the pope
i’m with some reapers, they takin’ your soul, yeah
i put the beam on his nose
bullets they hit him, they make him a ghost, yeah
i’m finna pour me a four
raise up your cups, i’mma have me a toast, yeah
smokin’ exotic, i f-cked up my lungs
d-mn it, i just got a cough
i’m up in boston, ballin’ like rondo
catchin’ the pack like i’m moss
walk in the store and i’m poppin’ them tags
i do not care what it cost
he runnin’ his mouth, we makin’ him famous
we put that boy up on fox

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