Coco Chanel

Album: Queen (2018)
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  • (Whole lotta gang shit)
    (Beatzz)
    Oh, uh, ugh
    Ayy, yo, Chun, uh, ayy, yo, Chun
    We back on that Coco shit, nigga, number one, uh
    (Whole lotta gang shit)
    Every bitch can bloodclaat get it
    Oh, ayy, yo, uh, Brooklyn
    King Fox, let's go

    Yo, llévame a la coco, yeah, a la coco
    Ellos quieren coco, y yo tampoco
    Never trust a broke ho, don't fuck with po-po
    Número uno, me llama Yoko
    Pull up in them thing things and let them things swing
    Niggas know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
    If I get a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing
    Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

    Ayy, yo, if I'm in the Gurkha, then they in the back of it
    If I tell 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it
    If they take your cocaine, then they makin' crack of it
    If they yap your gold chain, then they make a plaque of it
    No, we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
    Put a couple racks on it, they gon' put the whack on it
    She got the Nicki bundles, word to Stack on it
    That's word to Brooknam (rrr), that's word to Bucktown
    That's word to Harlem World, shout out to Uptown
    You know I shine on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em
    That's word to Southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em (kyuh)
    I'm mad Queens on 'em (rrr), run mad schemes on 'em (uh)
    I never scale back (ah), the triple beams on 'em
    My ice gleams on 'em, Wu-Tang creams on 'em
    I pull up on the block bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em (ooh)
    Hunnid degrees on 'em (kyuh), but I freezed on 'em (oi)
    A light breeze on 'em (uh), I might breeze on 'em (rrr)
    Might do it like it's Christmas and light trees on 'em
    I see the copycats bitin' my steez on 'em

    Yo, llévame a la coco, yeah, a la coco
    Ellos quieren coco, y yo tampoco
    Never trust a broke ho, don't fuck with po-po
    Número uno, me llama Yoko
    Pull up in them thing things and let them things swing
    Niggas know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
    If I get a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing
    Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

    Gimme some bloodclaat gunshot
    Brooklyn, where the fuck we at? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy
    That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them rassclaat
    All black Chloe chaps, Galliano skully to the back
    Fuck my ratchet at? Come mek mi dutty dat
    Pussy dem a chat 'bout, back like I never left
    Man down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
    King Fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, nigga
    Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches duppy, fuck
    Nick, come fuck it up, bad gyal ah back it up
    Coco 'pon mi foot dem, C's 'pon mi likkle pretty red bone
    C dem buss one fi baby C dem, chugh
    Pussy wan' try-y-y-y-y
    Di bloodclaat dis, bumbohole dem ah die
    Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh-highs
    I'm on my clip, new drip, Van Herpen tie-dyes (whoa)
    Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers
    Y'all bitches dick riders, Little Nickis, little Ingas, whoa (yo)

    Llévame a la coco, yeah, a la coco
    Ellos quieren coco, y yo tampoco
    Never trust a broke ho, don't fuck with po-po
    Número uno, me llama Yoko
    Pull up in them thing things and let them things swing
    Niggas know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
    If I get a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing
    Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

    Foxy plus one, it's me, young Chun
    And we ah guh fuck up the place and done
    So tell 'em run, come and bring a lump sum
    Ayy, yo, Fox, they don't make us or break us (brr), word to Young Gunz
    Put your hands up (ooh)
    Illest to ever do it (uh-huh), tell 'em fi recognize (yeah)
    Unuh Kartel (rrr), dem fi free up Vybz (ooh)
    They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
    Got real shooters, better D up, guys (brr)
    Who me? I'm physically fine
    Who she? Inside we know she dyin'
    Bitch ain't see Billboard in 2017
    Had to drop Queen on 'em like a guillotine
    All these jealous bitches on the jelly team
    Keepin' it a hundred, that's a jelly bean
    Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh (mm-hmm, mm-hmm, ayy, ayy)
    Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (eh, eh, ayy, ayy) Writer/s: Ashley Bannister, Dillon Francis, Inga Marchand, Joshua Ryan Adams, Onika Tanya Maraj, Sonny Moore
    Publisher: ASHLEY BANNISTER, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Payday Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
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