Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

I say I run my town like Puffy,
in the duffel
They like, "Why the fuck he got indicted?"
I guess I'm lucky,
I ain't playin' 'bout nine
I will shoot this bitch up I'm Shyne
Dropped a foe, quarterback, Tony
Duct triple black, that's that ocho
What if I told you bicycle with a
And got 'em in the air bag of the
Snow God in the kitchen, they call boy Zeus
And if that shit weighin' up then that's that Bruce
And if them tires losin' pressure, that low pro
If the case, you gotta whip it slow mo

I got yellow boxes
Arm & Hammer everywhere
Dropped a 9, got a half,
We gon' some bigger bags, nigga

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