Starlito - Antonio Montana lyrics

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Starlito - Antonio Montana lyrics

(Starlito) I was 'bout to cop the Porsche, had no one to sign for the Panamera Still blew half a hunnid (racks), Forgi's on that black Camera Tell me where to meet, I'm coming with a trash bag Got a pound beside me right now, no hash tag But if the topic is gwap, well lets chop it up, and make it a trend I'm so high I'm seeing double, on a double date with twins So that's 4 hoes in in this 4x4, double cup on a double stack I'm twice as real you twice as fake so I just bought another strap Told you I'm throwed off Sippin on that school zone my apologies I dozed off Oh, ok, I'm reloaded Fired my new ho, she remind me of my old b**h The last 2 weeks I made 30 racks, still reminds me of a whole brick I've been gettin' so much gwap I forgot how to fold it No sh** So many shows they think we got them bricks again Or Chino got a shipment in Or Elroy hit a lick for 10 Same crew Wonder if you let that money change you Or numb you, and go to your brain the same way the c**aine do I hear these little lame dudes sayin' the same sh** knowin' it ain't true My n***as in halfway houses and got bracelets on their ankles My other homies in college and I'm sure they feel my pain too Had a dream like Dr. King and damn, it damn near came true If you order 1 1/2, I might bring 2 when I came through We heavy n***a!, In the lab right now with a bad b**h, a jar and some drank too More of a Carlito then a Tony Montana U might think I'm a handyman how I'm holdin' my hammer (retarded) Fly n***a, yea I got my pistol And if any of them pussies think they tough, they more than welcome to die wit you Bullets at yo chest, Joe Montana Who shoot 'em, how the f** should I know? I was in Atlanta At the 12, pourin' a 12 in a 3 liter Fanta Got the mids goin' for 12, I sold 12 in the Panarama Rode through Haynes Manor, the police hot as ever, I can't stand them Its like money don't even matter, these n***as shootin' over bandannas The West Side is still greivin', matter a fact, the Ville greivin' Rest in peace Lil Bo, Lil Sammie, Skeet and that's how I'mma leave it (gone)