Coco Chanel feat. Foxy Brown

歌詞

Whole lotta gang shit Beatzz Oh, uh, ugh, ayo Chun, uh, ayo Chun We back on that Coco shit, nigga, number one, uh Whole lotta gang shit Haha, every bitch bloodclaat girl Oh, ayo, 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 Ayo, 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 making 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, 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 I'm mad Queens on 'em, run mad schemes on 'em I never scale back, 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 Hunnid degrees on 'em, but I freeze on 'em A light breeze on 'em, I might breeze on 'em 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 rasclaat 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 Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers Y'all bitches dick riders, Little Nickis, little Ingas, woah 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 Ayo, Fox, they don't make us or break us, word to young guns Put your hands up Illest to ever do it, tell 'em fi recognize Unuh Kartel, dem fi free up Vybz They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch Got real shooters, better D up, guys 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, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh