| Okay last time, this is drugs
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| This is your brain on drugs
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| Any questions?
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| Welcome home George Jung (RIP McBride)
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| The real Boston George
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| It’s that Dade Country yayo shit
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| Double MOB
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| I’m finny take these pussy niggas down
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| Beat Billionaire
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| I got coke like the 80's
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| I got coke like the 80's, in my all white Mercedes
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| I got coke like the 80's
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| I got coke like the 80's, I got coke like the 80's
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| I got coke like the 80's, I got coke like the 80's
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| I got coke like the 80's, I got coke like the 80's
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| I got coke like the 80's
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| I got coke like the 80's, in my coke white Mercedes
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| All white, nigga, Big Ike, nigga
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| Keep shooters with me, you’ll call your gravesite nigga
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| 15th Ave, miracle nigga
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| Get these conch fritters fried, come and get a few nigga
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| John Doe nigga, you know that convo
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| Get you that weed and white, want you a combo nigga
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| Checkmate with the sticks, identify by your kicks
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| Welcome home to Skinner, already bought him a brick
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| Boobie Gang was the clique, forever changed the game
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| Bunky Brown was a legend, Wayne Parker the mane (Vonda)
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| Carol City success, 183rd still a rout
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| We live in the jungle, fishtanks in the house
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| Bo dealin' nigga, oh really nigga?
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| Bunche Park hot, it’s a block full of killas
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| Lil' Trav, nigga
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| Execution upcomin', 'bout that lil' tab nigga
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| River City, they slide, aka homicide
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| Rest in peace to the Goonies, one day we’ll be eye to eye
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| It is what it is, I left the vest at the crib
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| Extended the clip, I’m a give 'em the biz
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| Catch you jackin' your dick, now you fucked in the game
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| Leave you flat on your back, where you lay was a stain
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| A mil' in the hole is every real nigga goal
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| And this uncut like Ochoa, they want your crumbs off the floor
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| My new bitch, she a waitress, strip club is a trap
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| Stick my dick in her pussy when she come sit on my lap
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| Get that paper, my plug, he sent that pack from Bahamas
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| It’s uncut like the 80's, 17 still my number
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| Candy paint on my donk, Jesus piece on my charm
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| , she just wanted a bump
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| Her man wanted a line, so I sold 'em a verse
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| Sold a quarter for 9, and I sold 'em the vert
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| Can’t be takin' them trips, for that flea market whip
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| Peep this Rollie fugazy, I’m sellin' game to a pimp
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| Line up all of my bitches, head crack 'em and check 'em
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| Even if she barefooted, I bet the streets gon' respect her |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Coke Like The 80's , by - Rick Ross. Song from the album Hood Billionaire, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп