Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cocaine Dreamin, artist - Jim Jones. Date of issue: 29.05.2019
Song language: English
Cocaine Dreamin |
| Dipset |
| Ain’t nothin' to understand, uh |
| He’s tryna explain it |
| Just follow the drip |
| You can’t buy this shit |
| Let’s get saucy, uh |
| (Heatmakerz, Crack Music) |
| I was born in, niggas was sworn in it |
| Uh huh |
| Harlem, what’s up? |
| It’s all facts (True that) |
| Facts, nigga |
| You know my body |
| Capo |
| I told 'em meet me at the top where it’s goin' down (Where it’s lit) |
| New dawn, drop the top while it’s slowin' down (Get off my dick) |
| Where I’m from, they’ll pop a shot if you don’t hold your ground (Boom) |
| You better get that chopper chopper just to hold it down (Boom) |
| I done triple parked cars up outta Polo ground (Facts) |
| Summer nights when Rucker Park was the only show in town (55th) |
| Red carpets drippin', grippin' the fully-loaded pound |
| Five-Star dinners at Peckerwoods just to blow it down |
| I be scared to fall asleep, Medusa all on my sheets (Versace) |
| In my car, spilled Givenchy sauce all on my seats (Nasty) |
| Tryna test her in a Tesla, see if she gon' fuck (Boom) |
| Gettin' head, drivin' with no hands like I’m Elon Musk |
| But that ass was so fat like she gon' bust (Nasty) |
| Right outta them Fashion Novas, but is we gon' fuck? |
| I mean, pardon me, but I got rich nigga habits |
| I love them foreign cars, pretty bitches, and automatics (Okay) |
| Cocaine dreamin' |
| It ain’t a bitch that I can’t have |
| Or a cocaine brick that I can’t grab |
| I go get it (Okay) |
| Cocaine dreamin' |
| No ad-libbin', nigga, stick to the script |
| Mix this with that and you get crack |
| And that’s facts (Okay) |
| Cocaine dreamin' |
| My life is like a movie, ah |
| I could never let 'em do me, nah, ah |
| Cocaine dreamin' |
| My life is like a movie, ah |
| I could never let 'em do me, nah, ah |
| Cocaine trips to Florida |
| Whip Explorers, dripped in Nautica |
| Addicted to dust, he can’t give that water up |
| The steak was Porterhouse, I hustled for that Richard Porter love |
| Traffic with henchmen, bomb attached to engine, blow that foreign up |
| Call the coroner, alert the morgue, a body on the way |
| Audemar, can’t tell the time, too many diamonds in the way |
| I know they sick, but tell 'em this |
| If they was on fire, I wouldn’t sell 'em piss |
| My mans say a prayer 'fore he sell a brick |
| I got a forever drip, feel like I won’t never miss |
| You on that pole, you better strip |
| Overdose, make the medic spend |
| Just me and Ash discussin' this cash, floatin' up first |
| The powder brown like the coke grow in dirt, let’s go to work |
| Exclusive Gucci, Dap ran into me, told me, «I know that shirt» |
| Play Griselda with the blanco, half a brick in the console |
| This ain’t Training Day, you can’t line me, you not Alonzo |
| Ball in the mornin' in Miami like Alonzo |
| Cookies rolled up in fronto, YOLO |
| Cocaine dreamin' |
| It ain’t a bitch that I can’t have |
| Or a cocaine brick that I can’t grab |
| I go get it (Okay) |
| Cocaine dreamin' |
| No ad-libbin', nigga, stick to the script |
| Mix this with that and you get crack |
| And that’s facts (Okay) |
| Cocaine dreamin' |
| My life is like a movie, ah |
| I could never let 'em do me, nah, ah |
| Cocaine dreamin' |
| My life is like a movie, ah |
| I could never let 'em do me, nah, ah |
| Cocaine dreamin' |
| My life is like a movie, ah |
| I could never let 'em do me, nah, ah |
| Cocaine dreamin' |
| My life is like a movie, ah |
| I could never let 'em do me, nah, ah |
| Pack your shit (Look at this shit) |
| And living in St. Johns, we do our thing-ing |
| You better know we chicken wingy |
| That’s what we doing |
| Ayy, listen |
| Came through the wing of the bitch, you already know |
| Bronx, brrat, boom, brrat |