Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 2

Thousand dollar jeans with a hundred more in 'em
Every nigga on this jet me, I done went to war for 'em
Or I to trap with 'em
I got real Hollywood bitches fuckin' with a nigga
And we ain't fuckin' you rat niggas
Heard they talkin' on Twitter we just at
where the Sun never shines
They let Meek Milly back home just in
Look at their faces, now I got the
Now they don't when I had to grind
She fell in love the CoCo
She got on Chanel and
And we out Dubai at the boat
Rollin' on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
It's my lituation Loso
And my an off shore
And I give her like she ocho cinco
my mink like I'm loco
You mad at me, but she though
How you get mad my old ho?
2015, I do gold
'Cause I'm in the field just like Rose but them Os though

(What you it with?)
Bakin' soda, I got bakin'
(Who you with?)
the Chasers and we're takin' over
(How you that shit?)
Whip it through the glass,
Buy a hundred and put 'em on my tab, nigga

I'm in love the coco
I'm in love the coco
I got it for the low, low
I'm in love the coco

Ridin' the city with a check on me
Ridin' the hood with a TEC on me
28 Make it double, I ain't try to cuddle
So why these mothafuckas slept on me
Eight ball I reach me a kilo
Made enough then I to see Rico
Paid in full, if you actin' like
I'ma tie him up, tape his ass like
Hundred clip in the mothafuckin' TEC
a hot 9, 7 when his ass wanna flex
High school, got off on a with the whopper
12K for my pistol in a dishwasher
One hit wonder, yeah that's a
Hit his ass 'til the wonder where I'm at
so much money off this goddamn song
Still get in ass like a goddamn thong
Puffs, yeah that's for the kids
Stop tryna act like you don't know it is
Bakin' soda cut me no check
If they don't, show them mothafuckas what an arm and hammer is
know I'm in love with the coke
My ex bitch a young nigga for a joke
If a nigga got a problem he gon' get smoked
squeeze and I'm out like I parked too close

Bakin' soda, I got soda
Bakin' soda, I got bakin'
Whip it the glass, nigga
I'm blowin' money fast,

I'm in with the coco
I'm in love with the
I got it for the low, low
I'm in love with the

I say I run my like Puffy, bitch
Units in the
They like, "Why the he never got indicted?"
I I'm lucky, bitch
I playin' 'bout this nine
I will this bitch up like I'm Shyne
a foe, quarterback, Tony Romo
Duct triple black, that's that ocho
What if I told you with a logo
And got 'em in the air bag of the
Snow God in the kitchen, call that boy Zeus
And if shit weighin' up then that's that Bruce Bruce
And if tires losin' pressure, that's that low pro
If that's the case, you whip it slow mo

I got boxes everywhere
Business Arm & Hammer
Dropped a 9, got a half,
We need some bigger bags, nigga

I'm in with the coco
I'm in with the coco
I got it for the low, low
I'm in love with the