Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mink Coat , by - SG Tip. Release date: 27.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mink Coat |
| Got a mink coat, my ice is froze |
| Straight up out the six, I’m from the ghetto |
| If I catch a rapper, I let it go |
| I’m known for car jacking, you known for talking like a ho |
| Got a hundred guns, I shoot this shit for fun |
| Fuck a rap, fuck a song, bitch I’m in the slums |
| All this ice got my neck and wrists feeling numb |
| Sixty K on my neck and I forgot the charm |
| Sixty K on a diamond chain (sixty K, sixty K) |
| I spoil my bitch, she like designer things (racks racks racks) |
| You really a pussy, you just joined the gang (on God) |
| Ain’t nothin' but money on my mindframe |
| It’s time to get to the loot, I like niggas that shoot |
| Just because I rap I got a thirty in the booth (God) |
| And just because I rap don’t mean I shoot 'cause I’ll shoot |
| I had to do a background check, I never heard of you |
| If you pass, you lucky, she got an ass, you buffing |
| Smoking gas, it’s musty, damn she bad but dusty |
| I never been a flunky, you a stone cold junky |
| I get the bricks for the cheap and leave your nose running |
| Got a mink coat, my ice is froze |
| Straight up out the six, I’m from the ghetto |
| If I catch a rapper, I let it go |
| I’m known for car jacking, you known for talking like a ho |
| Got a hundred guns, I shoot this shit for fun |
| Fuck a rap, fuck a song, bitch I’m in the slums |
| All this ice got my neck and wrists feeling numb |
| Sixty K on my neck and I forgot the charm |
| Glock on my hip, fuck hip hop |
| You doin' all that rah rah talking, get your lip chopped |
| Get that dust pan, get the broom, it’s time to sweep the block |
| Middle of the high speed, I made a pit stop |
| I’m in the hood where they killing and they drug dealing |
| In my hood they doin' the taxes and they shoplifting |
| All I need is one shot, I bet you stop living |
| I always been a starter, I never been a Shaun Livingston |
| Never been a benchwarmer, I’m serving bags on every corner |
| I see your body, call the coroner |
| This a tennis chain with big pointers |
| Your bitch, I put that dick on her |
| Your partner, I put that stick on him |
| He was lookin' like a lick, wrong move I bust your shit homie |
| Got a mink coat, my ice is froze |
| Straight up out the six, I’m from the ghetto |
| If I catch a rapper, I let it go |
| I’m known for car jacking, you known for talking like a ho |
| Got a hundred guns, I shoot this shit for fun |
| Fuck a rap, fuck a song, bitch I’m in the slums |
| All this ice got my neck and wrists feeling numb |
| Sixty K on my neck and I forgot the charm |