Cocaina

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[Intro] Sellin' plenty cocaina (Cocaina) Huh, huh, huh Whatchu know about cocaina? (Cocaina, cocaina) Cocaina, cocaina, cocaina (Cocaina) Sellin' plenty cocaina (Cocaina) About to send me cocaina (Cocaina) [Verse 1] Sellin' plenty cocaina (Cocaina) He done hit me up, told me meet him at the crib Met him at the cleaner in the beamer, it was a steamer He gave me plenty cocaina (Cocaina, cocaina) Cocaina (Cocaina) Don't need no money, he gon' give me cocaina (Cocaina) Cocaina (Cocaina) Ain't got no problem, go and get me cocaina (Cocaina) Cocaina (Cocaina) Gotta give these willing bitches cocaina Ain't no bitches, this a lota of cocaina (Cocaina) Soft-rock cocaina (Cocaina) All these women, I can get that cocaina (Cocaina) 200 thou, True Religions in the cleaner Don't give no fuck, got that cocaina (Cocaina) Don't give no fuck 'bout no rap, got that cocaina I'm in the trap, I got the slut and cocaina (Cocaina) The fiends come, got them sniffin' cocaina (Cocaina) Come and get me, they buy plenty cocaina (Cocaina) They want like 5, 12 and plenty cocaina They want a lot of cocaina 'Cause ain't no tellin', I want all the cocaina But when I got it, water whippin' cocaina I'm in the kitchen, tryna get the cocaina [Chorus] I got a lot of cocaina I ain't got no problem, got that powder, cocaina My niggas know I got a lot of cocaina Don't try to rob me, got them sirens, cocaina I got a couple of lil shooters, cocaina They don't need you, Nino kill you, cocaina And if I try, come and sell you, cocaina Ain't got no problem, I ain't gon' sell you cocaina [Verse 2] Don't want no problem, I ain't gon' sell you cocaina You niggas bitches, y'all be tellin', cocaina My niggas with it, I'm a felon, cocaina You run up on me, bitch, I'm yellin' cocaina Cocaina, cocaina, I be sellin' cocaina You niggas bitches, y'all be yellin' cocaina But in the hood, you ain't sellin' cocaina You niggas poppin' mollies, drinkin' Aquafina Aquafina, Aquafina Niggas fags on my momma I got that shit, don't play with me, I got my llama I run up on you, get to shootin', I'm like Obama I'm with the shit, I got that shit, I got that drumma This shit'll hit you, flip and kill you on my momma I got the type of shit to fill you on my momma Feel that hot shit I don't give no fuck, I'm with the shit Banana clip'll make a faggot do a flip (Make him flip like an elephant nigga) Just 'cause I got cocaina The ATF, they tryna lock me, cocaina They come and get me, they can't stop me, cocaina The poparazzi know I got that cocaina Cocaina, cocaina I got plenty cocaina My migo told me, he just sent me cocaina The calumet basement, it was plenty cocaina My bitch ain't tell me, she'll supply me cocaina [Outro] Cocaina, cocaina Cocaina, cocaina Blood Money, cocaina
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Credits
- Writers
- Eft Auto
- Blood Money