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Tony Montana Flow Video (MV)




Performed By: The Speakeasy Rappers
Language: English
Length: 2:08
Written by: Keith Cozart




The Speakeasy Rappers - Tony Montana Flow Lyrics




I was wild and blue cheese
A thousand islands, a bitch you want me to punch you
Bitch, you wild and wild and wild and
Might not want to come over here
'Cause bitches crowded, crowded
Unless you master pee and bitch you bow-ley, bow-ley
Shorty ass as squirted as a towel and towel and
King size bitch was a pilot, pilot

Even in kindergarten I was in town a-cowin'
I ain't generous, I'm not Ellen Ellen
Life is sweet, nigga, love watermelon
I got green and I'll put it on your melon
Badass money on the corner sellin'
Young nigga hungry, got that mornin' belly
Nigga gettin' money no matter what you sellin'
Tell 'em you a pig, get some dog repellin'
Shorty got some time from her corner tellin'
"Baby bro, like give it to me, nigga, I'ma sell it"
Baby bro, gotta take it over and be smart with it
And I'm smokin' on that musty, call me Armageddon man

I be lettin' my chain and wrist talk to a bunch of bitches
You can get your guy roadin', nigga, no teasing, Ziki
And your head no Medusa, Dusa
And you know I be with gorillas, nigga, Oompa-Lompa
Even when I'm by myself, I'm a noodle knocker
Pulled up shittin' on a nigga, duka duka
I know I ain't gotta do it, but I'm a pistol toter
Just in case the opps see me and be like, "There goes Sosa"
Got a warrant, the cops on me like, "Let's go, Sosa"
What the f*ck you was just doin' up in Mexico, Sosa?
Shorty said, "Well, the last time you been in Chicago, Sosa"
She like, "When the f*ck you gon' stop smokin' that petrol, Sosa?"
She like, "It's smokin' gas, but first, where's that rare stuff, Sosa?"
She like to ride foreign, but first it was the Metro, Sosa
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English

I was wild and blue cheese
A thousand islands, a bitch you want me to punch you
Bitch, you wild and wild and wild and
Might not want to come over here
'Cause bitches crowded, crowded
Unless you master pee and bitch you bow-ley, bow-ley
Shorty ass as squirted as a towel and towel and
King size bitch was a pilot, pilot

Even in kindergarten I was in town a-cowin'
I ain't generous, I'm not Ellen Ellen
Life is sweet, nigga, love watermelon
I got green and I'll put it on your melon
Badass money on the corner sellin'
Young nigga hungry, got that mornin' belly
Nigga gettin' money no matter what you sellin'
Tell 'em you a pig, get some dog repellin'
Shorty got some time from her corner tellin'
"Baby bro, like give it to me, nigga, I'ma sell it"
Baby bro, gotta take it over and be smart with it
And I'm smokin' on that musty, call me Armageddon man

I be lettin' my chain and wrist talk to a bunch of bitches
You can get your guy roadin', nigga, no teasing, Ziki
And your head no Medusa, Dusa
And you know I be with gorillas, nigga, Oompa-Lompa
Even when I'm by myself, I'm a noodle knocker
Pulled up shittin' on a nigga, duka duka
I know I ain't gotta do it, but I'm a pistol toter
Just in case the opps see me and be like, "There goes Sosa"
Got a warrant, the cops on me like, "Let's go, Sosa"
What the f*ck you was just doin' up in Mexico, Sosa?
Shorty said, "Well, the last time you been in Chicago, Sosa"
She like, "When the f*ck you gon' stop smokin' that petrol, Sosa?"
She like, "It's smokin' gas, but first, where's that rare stuff, Sosa?"
She like to ride foreign, but first it was the Metro, Sosa
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Writer: Keith Cozart
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.


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