Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 3

Thousand dollar jeans a hundred more stacks 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 ain't fuckin' you rat niggas
Heard they on Twitter we just at niggas
where the Sun never shines
They let Milly back home just in time
Look at faces, now I got the paper
Now they remember when I had to grind
She fell in with the CoCo
She got on Chanel and
And we out Dubai at the show
dice on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
It's my lituation Loso
And my situation an off
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
'Cause I'm in the just like Rose but sellin' them Os though

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

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

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

Bakin' soda, I got bakin'
Bakin' soda, I got soda
Whip it through the glass,
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 love the coco

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

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

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