Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 3

Thousand dollar jeans with a hundred more in 'em
Every nigga on this jet with me, I went to war for 'em
Or I to trap with 'em
I got real Hollywood bitches with a trap nigga
And we fuckin' with you rat niggas
they talkin' on Twitter we just at niggas
Back where the Sun shines
They let Meek Milly back home just in
Look at their faces, now I got the
Now don't remember when I had to grind
She fell in love with the
She got on Chanel and
And we out Dubai at the show
dice on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
It's my like Loso
And my an off shore
And I give her head she ocho cinco
Draggin' my mink like I'm
You mad at me, but she though
How you get mad my old ho?
2015, I do gold
I'm in the field just like Rose but sellin' them Os though

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

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

Ridin' through the city a check on me
through the hood with a TEC on me
28 it double, I ain't ever try to cuddle
So why these mothafuckas slept on me
Eight ball 'til I me a kilo
Made enough then I to see Rico
in full, if you actin' like Rico
I'ma tie him up, his ass like Maaco
Hundred round in the mothafuckin' TEC
Catch a hot 9, 7 when his ass wanna
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 'til the wonder where I'm at
Made so much money off this goddamn
Still get in your ass like a thong
Coco Puffs, 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
Everybody know I'm in love with the
My ex bitch took a nigga for a joke
If a got a problem then he gon' get smoked
I'ma squeeze and I'm out like I parked too

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

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

I say I run my town like Puffy,
Units in the
They like, "Why the he never got indicted?"
I I'm lucky, bitch
I ain't playin' 'bout this
I will shoot this bitch up I'm Shyne
a foe, quarterback, Tony Romo
Duct tape triple black, that's that
What if I told you bicycle a logo
And got 'em in the air bag of the
Snow God in the kitchen, call that boy Zeus
And if that shit weighin' up that's that Bruce Bruce
And if them losin' pressure, that's that low pro
If that's the case, you gotta it slow mo

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

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