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Max B

"I’m A Coke Boy (Remix)"

[Intro: French Montana]
n*gga walk up in the spot
Wearin’ that same sh*t Jesus used to wear (Egyptian cloth)
Young n*gga talkin’ that fly sh*t

[Hook: French Montana]
Could’ve been a pilot, could’ve been a doctor
Could’ve been a pimp, could’ve been a mobster
Could’ve been a mack, could’ve been a dope boy
Homie, matter of fact - I'm a motherf*cking coke boy
Keep wiggling baby, I'm a motherf*cking coke boy
Keep wiggling baby, I'm a motherf*cking coke boy
Keep wiggling baby, I'm a motherf*cking coke boy
Keep wiggling baby, I'm a motherf*cking coke boy

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Could’ve been a ball player, but I’m still ballin’
’97, Coogi sweater, tryin’ to flip a quarter
Jesus piece swingin’, causin’ havoc on the corner
Got me livin’ lavish, mansions, Minnesota
Could’ve been a bus driver, swingin’ upper-cuts
Could’ve been a battle rapper, havin’ lunch with Lux
But I been a boss, tell by the tux’
I could’ve gave it thought but I don’t give a f*ck
As I look around I see a bunch of dirty n*ggas
A lot of clean money, I just bought me 30 b*tches
Coke boy, baby – dope boy, baby
Snow white Benz, don’t you want some blow, baby?
Could’ve been a f*ck boy, could’ve played games
But I’m in the truck countin’ 600K
I could’ve been a hater, I could’ve been you
You could’ve been me, getting’ brain in the Coup

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Chinx Drugz]
You could’ve been aborted, I could’ve been your pappy
Could’ve been a gunslinger runnin’ trigger-happy
Could’ve put an extra .2 up in the baggie
And had them n*ggas from the other side feelin’ aggy
Dippin’ and I’m rollin’, rollin’ and I’m dippin’
Models they be on me, tuggin’ on my zipper
Like the letter L I done crept up on an M
Broke the rearview, and never looked back since
Coke Boys flooded New York blocks way before Sandy
Fully-loaded Benz stash, fully-loaded jammy
Leanin’ toward Obama but I could’ve went for Romney
Flyest new n*gga, JFK is where you’ll find me

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Diddy]
I could’ve shot your brother, could’ve pimped your mother
Could’ve been a broke n*gga, could’ve been a sucker (never)
Could’ve robbed dice games and shot up the Rucker
Could’ve had ‘em like “he a bad motherf*cker!”
We ain’t talkin’ ‘bout what could’ve been, we talkin’ ‘bout what is
We talkin’ ‘bout helicopters landin’ on cribs
We talkin’ ‘bout n*ggas never doin’ what I did
Is we talkin’ ‘bout kings or is we talkin’ ‘bout kids?
What they talkin’ ‘bout?
Parties at the Rooftop, now we on that rooftop
Layin’ with your main b*tch, swimmin’ in that blue dot
I’ve been clockin’ since n*ggas been pullin’ Jettas out
Bad Boy, but I could’ve been a, could’ve been a…

[Hook]

[Outro]
Go ahead, baby
Go ahead, baby
Go ahead, baby

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