Skepta & Portable - Tony Montana (Mp3 & Lyrics)

Skepta & Portable – Tony Montana Mp3 & Lyrics.

Renowned British rapper Skepta has made a triumphant return to the music scene with his latest track, “Tony Montana.” This captivating song not only showcases Skepta’s exceptional talent and creativity but also solidifies his position as a top artist in the industry.

“Tony Montana” stands as Skepta’s most recent offering for the year, following a series of previously released hits that have garnered widespread acclaim and recognition.

Of particular note is the impressive 2024 track’s collaboration with the talented and award-winning artist Portable, whose stellar verse perfectly complements Skepta’s unique style and sound.

To bring this track to fruition, Skepta enlisted the expertise of renowned producer JAE5, whose masterful production skills shine through in every beat and melody of the song.

We trust you will love the rhythm and vibes this tune brings.

Here we also put together the song’s official lyrics to vibe along while enjoying the song.

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SKEPTA _ TONY MONTANA FEATURING PORTABLE (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

[Intro]
(JAE5)

[Chorus: Portable]
Big Smoke pe’lú tobacco oh
Tony, Tony, Tony Montana oh
Wacko, psycho
I want to explode
Fire oh, ginger oh (Ginger oh)
Somebody, pour me water oh
I dey on my own
Waka jeje, make we no jam àgbákò

[Verse 1: Skepta]
Yeah, I remember, nígà tí ẹbi n pámí
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, we drink garri
Now they wanna snap pictures, I live flashy
Who gon’ stop me, huh? Iwo pe’lú tani?
Impossible, every day’s a celebration
This one for all my people that couldn’t make it
Spend nights on a blue mat in the station
I said “No comment,” just to make a statemеnt
How they hate me ‘causе I’m winnin’?
AP kickin’, my Rollie ain’t tickin’
One of one-fifty, the whip that I’m whippin’
Now they wishing they could’ve catched a man slipping
S-H-O-K-O-L-O-K-O-B-A-N-G-O-S-H-A-Y, shokolokobangoshay
Anywhere I go, you know the gang dem dey (Greaze, brrt)

[Post-Chorus: Portable]
Big God oh go do am again
Owó lá ti n bé nínú bank o
Wacko, psycho
Torí owó mó se s’aláró
Psycho, psycho, psychonology oh
Wacko, drippin’ like High Fashion
Rahman Jago
Big Smoke pelu tobacco

[Verse 2: Skepta]
Yeah, you know my passion, money and high fashion
Anywhere you see me, you know the boy’s patterned
I was a young G with dreams of gettin’ rich
Now, I got more money than imagined
I hear no, speak no, see no evil
Never catch me stuntin’ on my own people
That’s my brother from another mother
Uh, I cut the slice precise so it’s equal
She playin’ hard to get, so I’m keepin’ the same energy
You want the Casamigos or the Hennessey?
Take a shot to the head, that’s a Kennedy
Yo, fine girl, sip that jejely
Baby, love, sit back jejely
Unforgettable swag, they remember me
Hypnotizin’ like a OD melody
I came with the criminals, my Co-D defendin’ me