Coco Chanel

Whole lotta gang ****

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Oh, uh, ugh, ayo Chun, ayo Chun

We back on that Coco ****, *****, number one, uh

Whole lotta gang ****

Haha, every ***** bloodclaat, girl

Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn

Kick for my stomach, let's go

Yo, Ilevame a la coco

Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco

Never trust a broke hoe, don’t **** with po-po

Numero uno, me llama Yoko

Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling

*****s know my name ring, and it go ding-ding

If I get a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing

Ain't talkin’ 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Ayo, if I'm in the Gurkha, then they in the back of it

If I tell 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it

If they take your ******* then they make a crack of it

If they grab your gold chain then they make a plaque of it

Know we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it

Put a couple racks on it, they gon' put the whack on it

She got the Nicki bundles, word to Stack on it

That's word to Brooknam, that's word to Bucktown

That’s word to Harlem World, shout out to uptown

You know I shine on ’em, I spray sheen on 'em

That’s word to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em

I'm mad Queens on 'em, with mad schemes on 'em

I never scale back, the triple beams on 'em

My ice gleams on 'em, Wu-Tang creams on 'em

I pull up on the block bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em

A ***** greased on 'em, but I freezed on 'em

I light breezed on 'em, I might breeze on 'em

Might do it like it's Christmas and light trees on 'em

I see the copycats bitin' my steez on 'em

Yo, he got me like a coco, yeah la coco

Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco

Never trust a broke hoe, don't **** with po-po

Numero uno, me llama Yoko

Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling

*****s know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”

If I get a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing

Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Gimme some bloodclaat gunshots

Brooklyn where the **** we at Flatbush, Bed-Stuy

That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclaats

All black Chloe straps, gally I'ma skully to the back

**** my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that

Puss dem I chat 'bout, back like I never left

Went down when I come 'round, all y'all ******* bow down

King fox, King Kong, back on my Trini, *****

Valentino bling thong, all y'all ******* duck me, ****

Nick, come **** it up, bad gyal a back it up

Coco 'pon my foot dem, C's pon my likkle pretty red bow

See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chugh

***** whine chime, ay, ay, ay, ay

The bloodclaat this, the Moet let me die

Them ******* in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs

I'm on my clip, new, Van Herpen

Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers

Y'all ******* **** riders

Little Nicki's, little Inga's, woah

He got me like a coco, yeah la coco

Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco

Never trust a broke hoe, don't **** with po-po

Numero uno, me llama Yoko

Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling

*****s know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”

If I get a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing

Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Foxy plus one, it's me young Chun

And me, I can **** up the place, I'm done

So tell 'em run, come and bring a lump sum

Ayo Fox, they don't make us or break us, word to young guns

Put your hands up

Unless they ever do it, tell' em fi recognize

Unuh Kartel,dem fi free up Vybz

They call me Ms. *****, but I don't miss, *****

Got real shooters, better D up, guys

Who me I'm physically fine

Who she It's like we know she dyin'

***** ain't see Billboard in 2017

Had to drop Queen on 'em like a guillotine

All these jealous ******* on the jelly team

Keepin' it a hundred, that's a jelly bean

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