| Coca, coca, coca cola
|
| «yayo bought me everythang»
|
| Yulla, yulla, baking soda «cocaine is my girlfriend"boila, boila, boilin water «damn I gotta forced game"snorta, snorta make an offer
|
| «no prob I could cook it for ya»
|
| Mi casa su casa partna
|
| «my partnas get stupid guallas»
|
| Retail shops and beauty parlors
|
| To «cover up these dirty dollas»
|
| Mi casa su casa partna
|
| «my partnas get stupid guallas»
|
| Detail shops and beauty parlors
|
| To «cover up these dirty dollas»
|
| (Gucci)
|
| Mi casa su casa partna
|
| Mi casa so full of rahstas
|
| More ganja then reefer farmers
|
| You couldn’t see me with binoculars
|
| White girl with me; |
| Cindy Lauper
|
| Multi deep like frank sinatra
|
| Gave 10 birds to waka flocka
|
| Told him drop em moreland plaza
|
| Whoozy like the morning after try me then yo skull get fractured
|
| Ransom yo lil hansom son
|
| So sad yo that first daughter captured
|
| Gucci hot as boiling water
|
| My pack just came cross the border
|
| Yo girlfriends a major snorter
|
| But dat bitch ain’t worth a quarter
|
| Don’t give that anotha thoughta
|
| If you serve me and you shorta
|
| Ounce a half a eigth a quarter
|
| Send my goons to do the slaughter
|
| Hustle hard got from my father
|
| Take no shit got from my mother
|
| Never snitched and never will
|
| I put dat on my baby brother
|
| Coca, coca, coca cola
|
| «yayo bought me everythang»
|
| Yulla, yulla, baking soda «cocaine is my girlfriend"boila, boila, boilin water «damn I gotta forced game"snorta, snorta make an offer
|
| «no prob I could cook it for ya»
|
| Mi casa su casa partna
|
| «my partnas get stupid guallas»
|
| Retail shops and beauty parlors
|
| To «cover up these dirty dollas»
|
| Mi casa su casa partna
|
| «my partnas get stupid guallas»
|
| Retail shops and beauty parlors
|
| To «cover up these dirty dollas»
|
| (Rocko)
|
| In the kitchen with Patrick Swayze
|
| Me and the yay is dirty dancing
|
| Drop a gold deuce and it white just like some Louie Glass
|
| Stupid Brick Squad chickens in stankin' thru the plastic
|
| Gettin 'em in and gettin' em gone, definition of a trapper
|
| I’m the hottest thing walkin' around in East Atlanta
|
| So I’m like a baby, shittin' like a damn pamper
|
| They hatin' my swag, cause these bars is Alaska
|
| Hip-hop police got me workin' under the scanner
|
| Coca cola where’s the water? |
| Watch this doe I serve this order
|
| One on the window, cuz the police just might smell this odor
|
| Barber shops and beauty parlors, just to cover dirty dollars
|
| White girl was super dirty, so I put her in the shower
|
| Soo Wooo!
|
| To the B Gang, it’s a G thang, see me,
|
| I’m eyeball shorty
|
| Gucci got the work and Flock got the 40
|
| Work the wheels, and hold the gun
|
| Smoke on my pistol, I wish you’d run
|
| Nigga want some, like which one?
|
| 100-round chopper or the handgun
|
| Heard that I ain’t never lost none
|
| I got nicks and dimes you want some
|
| I’m a legend in the hood like Big Pun
|
| Got bales of the mid you want some, I got them
|
| Waka Flocka, Flocka Waka, midgrade bought me everything
|
| I’m gudda gudda, gudda gudda, I put that shit on Gucci Mane
|
| Brick Squad is what the fuck I claim
|
| Goom y’all niggas off the chain (Loony)
|
| Lookin' like he want my chain, I smoke him like some Mary Jane
|
| And shorty that shit real talk… And shorty that shit real talk!
|
| Shawty Lo:
|
| Shawty Lo call me Escobar, they try to retire me like the great Brett Favre
|
| Still got no wife, but the white be my girlfriend
|
| We be naked, fuckin' with my girlfriend (haha)
|
| Yeah, we share that bitch, got Waka Flocka, Gucci, Rocko in that bitch
|
| Still in the kitchen, flickin' the wrist
|
| And I’m still on the highway, takin' the risk
|
| Back and forth, from the 1 and the 6
|
| Ridin' I20 with a bunch of them bricks
|
| Eh, from the 1 and the 6
|
| Ridin' I20, all white bricks
|
| (Nicki)
|
| I got that hard Gucc, these bitches easy
|
| I got that cold flu, that itchy sneezy
|
| You in that Mitsubishi, I’m in that Bentley GT
|
| I’m takin' trips with Papi, you walkey-talkey copy?
|
| I got them pookie (?) fiends, might rock some Juciy jeans, I mean some Juicy
|
| sweats; |
| maybe some blue Giuseppes
|
| I play foul; |
| no free-throw
|
| Bitch I ball no? |
| show, dat ass; |
| no peep-show??? |
| pronto?, water-front condo
|
| Daughter, son?; |
| watchin' Telemondo!
|
| Flyer than a rocket, money in my polly-pocket
|
| Wha chyoo coppin'? |
| Put that in my Pippy Long Stockings bitch! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Coca Coca , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album Burrrprint (2) HD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп