เนื้อเพลง Coco Chanel - Nicki Minaj
เนื้อเพลง Coco Chanel
[Foxy Brown & Nicki Minaj:]
Whole lotta gang sh*t
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo Chun
Uh, ayy yo Chun
We back on that Coco sh*t n*gga number one, uh
Whole lotta gang sh*t
Haha, every b*tch bloodclaat, you heard me
Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn!
Kick for my stomach, let's go!
Yo!
[Nicki Minaj:]
He got me like a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't f*ck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and them things fling
N*ggas know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an 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 c*caine 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, worth a stack on it
That's word to Brook' now, 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 n*gga greased on 'em, but ice 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
He got me like a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't f*ck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and them things fling
N*ggas know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the thing'll sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting
[Foxy Brown & Nicki Minaj:]
Gimme some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the f*ck 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
F*ck 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 b*tches bow down
King fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, n*gga
Valentino bling thong, all y'all b*tches duck me, f*ck
Nick, come f*ck 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!
P*ssy whine chime, ay, ay, ay, ay
The bloodclaat this, the Moet let me die
Them b*tches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
I'm on my clip, blue jeep, Van Herpen day-days (woah)
Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers
Y'all b*tches d*ck riders
Little Nicki's, little Inga's, woah!
[Nicki Minaj:]
He got me like a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't f*ck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and them things fling
N*ggas know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an 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 f*ck 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
Run a Kartel, Dem fi 'fraid Vybz
They call me Ms. B*tch, but I don't miss, b*tch
Got real shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm physically fine
Who she? It's like we know she dyin'
B*tch ain't see Billboard in 2017
Had to drop Queen on 'em like a guillotine
All these jealous b*tches on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a jelly bean
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