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 used to trap 'em
I got Hollywood bitches fuckin' with a trap nigga
And we ain't fuckin' with you rat
they talkin' on Twitter we just at niggas
Back the Sun never shines
They let Meek Milly back home in time
Look at faces, now I got the paper
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 lituation like
And my situation an off
And I give her like she ocho cinco
Draggin' my mink I'm loco
You mad at me, but she chose
How you get mad my old ho?
2015, I do rose
'Cause I'm in the field just Rose but sellin' them Os though

(What you it with?)
Bakin' soda, I got 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 with the
I'm in love with the
I got it for the low, low
I'm in love with the

Ridin' through the city with a on me
Ridin' through the with a TEC on me
28 Make it double, I ain't try to cuddle
So explain why mothafuckas slept on me
Eight ball 'til I me a kilo
Made then I went to see Rico
Paid in full, if you actin' like
I'ma tie him up, his ass like Maaco
Hundred round clip in the TEC
Catch a hot 9, 7 when his ass flex
High school, got off on a 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
Made so money off this goddamn song
Still get in ass like a goddamn thong
Coco Puffs, yeah that's for the
Stop act like you don't know what it is
Bakin' soda cut me no check
If they don't, I'ma show them mothafuckas what an arm and is
Everybody know I'm in love the coke
My ex bitch a young 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 love 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 town like Puffy,
in the duffel
They like, "Why the fuck he got indicted?"
I guess I'm lucky,
I ain't playin' 'bout this
I will this bitch up like I'm Shyne
Dropped a foe, quarterback, Tony
Duct tape black, that's that ocho
What if I told you bicycle a logo
And got 'em in the air bag of the
Snow God in the kitchen, they call that boy
And if that shit weighin' up then that's Bruce Bruce
And if them losin' pressure, that's that low pro
If that's the case, you gotta whip it mo

I got yellow boxes
Business Arm & Hammer
Dropped a 9, got a half,
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 love with the