Lyrics Coca Cola Freestyle - Heems

Coca Cola Freestyle

At the time, wore the tri-colored panel
Had the lumberjack, never called it the flannel
Had the all black StarTAC in the Girbaud jeans (Mahonia black)
The Polo Rugby, my style real mean (and Nautica)
With the 151 bottle in the locker
With the future proper doctors
Used to play football
Browns versus whites (Third World Fam)
Sure, we popped bottles, wild all night
Probably rob you cause I know that you’re Spanish (Brian)
Still was on the white team
My bad, kid (My bad)
Not Spanish meaning Spain, but Spanish meaning Spanish
The language (Lengua)
Like I said, «My bad kid.»
Third World Fam, the whole crew you massive (Queens)
E Train, F Train, the Colden Towers (Flushing)
Pissing on the game, golden showers (PEE PEE!)
Glen Oaks, the stoop, We burn all night (Weed)
Driving in the city for some chicken and rice (Halal)
Blood on my dress shirt, leaving the club (Blood)
Another one in the whip, it’s nothing to us (Dress shirts)