Kevin Gates - Coco (Remix) lyrics

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Kevin Gates - Coco (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] I mean, I want talk some sh**, I mean I mean, what the f** a n***a thought? Baking soda, I got baking soda Pull up in a Rarri Wait, hol' up, I'm trippin' Let's start this b**h over [Verse 1] Pull up in a foreign Hol' up, that my stripper You know we be thuggin' My b**h' name Ferrari Go get yo cousin, cuz Gunna gon' f** ‘er Clutchin' the 4-4, in luv with the coco Do yoga like cocos, she knows we be ballin' Bread winner, rich rap, got the game in the clinch Treat that we twitch, just came with the stitch Nip Hussle got a n***a on a marathon Hol' up, think I left the pistol in the carry-on Big booty, big booty, b**h, real big booty We don't talk to the cops, with this steal we shootin' Pants sagging with the belt sike, n***a wearin' joggers Red on yo head have it matchin your bottoms Came ‘im outta prison, n***a, I ain't have a dolla Lay up on the snowflake, run up on the whole thang Trap house, beach straight, drop out the c**aine Drama street n***a, I'm a blood that rollin' c**aine Get it back to Jordan's, goin' harder with dope game Let em get a peak, take off with the propane I don't get tired, give a f** what a ho think Drop dick, drive, need money for the whole team [Hook] 73 Chevelle, put that b**h together I'm married to the money, sh**, we live together Baking soda, I got baking soda Baking soda, I got baking soda Lingo, she like the way that I be talkin' She want a Bread Winner street n***a who retawdid](4702784) Six cell phones, I'm like who the f** is calling? She want a Bread Winner, street n***a who retawdid Street n***a who retawdid, street n***a who retawdid Baking soda, I got baking soda Baking soda, I got baking soda [Verse 2] Purse with the Yola, she straight outta Tampa I love her, her skin look like soda, meant to say cola Turn up with my youngin, he think I don't luv him, I know it Like to get loaded, f** it, drop off a brick to Lil Mocha Let ‘em get weed, sh**, I ain't gon lie prolly rollin' and smokin' Opposite soda, 40 ounces I'm droppin a 4 in a (cola) My lil partners, they likin' em Xans Break cal off a coffin syringe? ? ? Might lose ya, keep up if ya can Bam bam thank you ma'am imma scram They be lying they sellin' no sand drops Drop soft, it get hard you can't break it by hand Come here foo, make it bounce like spalding Make it bounce, make it bounce like spalding Make it bounce like spalding She got a Bread Winner, and she say that he retawdid [Hook]

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