Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Coca Coca, artist - Gucci Mane. Album song Burrrprint (2) HD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.04.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Coca Coca |
| 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! |