| Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
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| I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it’s dank
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| I miss my cocoa butter kisses, I miss my cocoa butter kisses
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| Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
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| I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it’s dank
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| I miss my cocoa butter kisses, I miss my cocoa butter kisses
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| Okie dokie, alky. |
| Keep it lowkey like Thor lil bro
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| Or he’ll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi
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| Wiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyote
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| If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outtie
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| Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky &Hutch a dougie
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| I just opened up the pack in an hour I’ll ash my lucky
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| Tonight she just yelling «Fuck me»
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| Two weeks she’ll be yelling fuck me
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| Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie
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| And Chuck E. Cheese’s pizzas, Jesus pieces, sing Jesus love me
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| Put Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug me
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| Oh generation above me, I know you still remember me
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| My afro look just like daddy’s, y’all taught me how to go hunting (BLAM!)
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| Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
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| I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it’s dank
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| I miss my cocoa butter kisses, I miss my cocoa butter kisses
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| Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
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| I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it’s dank
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| I miss my cocoa butter kisses, I miss my cocoa butter kisses
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| I will smoke a little something but I don’t inhale
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| Everywhere that I go, everywhere they be asking hows it going
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| Say the goings well
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| Go figure, Victor’s light skinned, Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell
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| All praise to the God, God knows he’s a pro, he’s a pro like COINTEL
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| Check, check mate, check me, take me to the bedroom, let you know me well
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| I mean normally, you see, Norma Jean wouldn’t kick it with Farmer Phil
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| But these kids these days they get so high, burn trees, smoke Chlorophyll
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| 'Til they can’t feel shit, shit faced, faced it, 15 hits on this L
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| Elevated, train, and the craziest thing, got me feeling like Lauryn Hill
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| Miseducated, my dick delegated, rap Bill Bellamy, they said I shoulda never
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| made it
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| Probably shoulda been dead or in jail
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| Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz, asshole, absinthe up in that class
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| Are we there yet? |
| Ice cubes in a bong, we’re brain dead, take a tug and then
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| pass
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| I think we all addicted,
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| Yeah, I think we all addicted
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| Really though, I think we all addicted
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| I think we addicted
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| Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
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| I got burn holes in my memories, all my homies think it’s dank
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| I miss my cocoa butter kisses, I think we all addicted
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| Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
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| I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it’s dank
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| I miss my cocoa butter kisses, I miss my cocoa butter kisses
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| I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter
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| Two seats used to be in a jalabiya and a kufi
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| Trying hard not to be addicted to a groupie
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| I ended up on an album cover in a Coogi
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| You see, I be still a God but a goofy
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| You be flowing out by trucks in a Uzi
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| That’s the new principle, sometimes I’m a be about some ho
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| Sometimes I’m a wanna make a movie
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| And when it come to rapping fast, I’m the Higgs Boson
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| And though my style freakish
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| I could still break your body down to five pieces like I did Voltron
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| Cause I’m addicted to the craft and I be off a OG
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| Know me, I’m the Obi-Wan Kenobi of the dope see
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| Never scared of mean spirits, meth&hetamine lyrics
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| Cooler like I’m offa codeine, low key
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| Don’t be so judgmental, even though I’m reminiscing
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| If I don’t know what I miss is
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| I’m a end up figuring out that it’s home
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| And my mother and my grandmother cocoa butter kisses
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| This is just a testament to the ones that raised me
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| The ones that I praise and I’m thanking
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| I need em but the chronic all up in my clothes
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| And I wanna get a hug, and I can’t cause I’m stanking
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| Never too old for a spanking
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| Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
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| I got burn holes in my memories, all my homies think it’s dank
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| I miss my cocoa butter kisses, I think we all addicted
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| Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
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| I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it’s dank
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| I miss my cocoa butter kisses, I miss my cocoa butter kisses
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| Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
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| I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it’s dank
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| I miss my cocoa butter kisses, I miss my cocoa butter kisses |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cocoa Butter Kisses , by - Chance The Rapper. Song from the album Acid Rap, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп