Yo Gotti - Cocaine 6 lyrics

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Yo Gotti - Cocaine 6 lyrics

[Intro] I've been standing in the kitchen over there Stove just wanna whip it Mixing yellow with the soda Cook the whole thing got half a brick over [Chorus] I'm on that c**aine 6 They not give him no With them c**aine hits I'm on my dope boy sh** I'm on that c**aine sh** White bit, white out for For white b**h I think I'm on that c**aine sh** Cocaine, c**aine, c**aine, c**aine Cocaine is all they wanna hear Cocaine, c**aine, c**aine, c**aine, c**aine Cocaine that what they know me for [Verse 1] Ok, first thing first p**y jump me in I'm fresh up off the row Made Manichee that weekend Violate our management Fresh up out a meeting Chris Lighty told me stick to the streets He got that business I'm like who you getting? Trying to make these millions To the maserati I cop that for Easter weekend Got to fill ourselves But I can't find a ceiling These little bone n***as mostly rim your b**hes in here chilling He's going up and down Her neck looks like a yo-yo She said she wants him in too I told her that's a no-no Be my baby mama Need her, you my main hoe p**y a** rappers we ain't cool And you know so Plus I need a halo Pisses me the H-off Streets is my religion I be bringing to my four-four Gotti where you been? Hanging at the bank, b**h All around the globe Ripping that c**aine sh** [Chorus] I'm on that c**aine 6 They not give him no With them c**aine hits I'm on my dope boy sh** I'm on that c**aine sh** White bit, white out for For white b**h I think I'm on that c**aine sh** Cocaine, c**aine, c**aine, c**aine Cocaine is all they wanna hear Cocaine, c**aine, c**aine, c**aine, c**aine Cocaine that what they know me for [Verse 2] Eyes froze These n***as tell you they business n***as talk like they gangsters But most of these n***as b**hes Your favorite rapper Probably ain't got no riches Probably still on the j**el And most of the cars rented Mainly this industry sh** Made for T.V Watered down commercial line n***as don't want to see me Besides, this sh** Faker than wrestling God is selling out to a label You couldn't imagine f** them with their fancies Their labels and their advancements 'Cause I got plugs on plugs that send me Bricks on bricks in advancements Now f** them all, bam Trying to get my a** in I'm the gangster of the year And that's how I been Ever since I entered Seen me in a rental One thing right about it n***a There's some bricks inside the fender Prep the cans You step in the middle Smell like gasoline Fish gill, white glitter [Chorus] I'm on that c**aine 6 They not give him no With them c**aine hits I'm on my dope boy sh** I'm on that c**aine sh** White bit, white out for For white b**h I think I'm on that c**aine sh** Cocaine, c**aine, c**aine, c**aine Cocaine is all they wanna hear Cocaine, c**aine, c**aine, c**aine, c**aine Cocaine that what they know me for

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