Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 3

Thousand dollar jeans with a hundred stacks in 'em
nigga on this jet with me, I done went to war for 'em
Or I used to trap 'em
I got real Hollywood bitches fuckin' a trap nigga
And we fuckin' with you rat niggas
Heard they on Twitter we just at niggas
where the Sun never shines
They let Meek Milly home just in time
Look at their faces, now I got the
Now they don't remember I had to grind
She fell in with the CoCo
She got on Chanel and
And we out Dubai at the boat
Rollin' on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
my lituation like Loso
And my situation an off
And I her head like she ocho cinco
my mink like I'm loco
You mad at me, but she chose
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?)
soda, I got bakin' soda
(Who you with?)
It's the Chasers and we're takin'
(How you spend shit?)
it through the glass, nigga
Buy a bottles and put 'em on my tab, nigga

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

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

I'm in love with the
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 fuck he got indicted?"
I guess I'm lucky,
I playin' 'bout this nine
I will shoot bitch up like I'm Shyne
Dropped a foe, quarterback, Tony
Duct tape triple black, that's ocho
What if I you bicycle with a logo
And got 'em in the air bag of the
Snow God in the kitchen, they that boy Zeus
And if that shit weighin' up then that's that Bruce
And if them tires pressure, that's that low pro
If that's the case, you gotta whip it mo

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

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