Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cocaine 6, artist - Yo Gotti. Date of issue: 18.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cocaine 6 |
| I’ve been standing in the kitchen over there |
| Stove just wanna whip it |
| Mixing yellow with the soda |
| Cook the whole thing got half a brick over |
| I’m on that cocaine 6 |
| They not give him no |
| With them cocaine hits |
| I’m on my dope boy shit |
| I’m on that cocaine shit |
| White bit, white out for |
| For white bitch |
| I think I’m on that cocaine shit |
| Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine |
| Cocaine is all they wanna hear |
| Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine |
| Cocaine that what they know me for |
| Ok, first thing first |
| Pussy jump me in |
| I’m fresh up off the row |
| Made Manichee that weekend |
| Violate our management |
| Fresh up out a meeting |
| Chris Lighty told me stick to the streets |
| He got that business |
| I’m like who you getting? |
| Trying to make these millions |
| To the maserati I cop that for Easter weekend |
| Got to fill ourselves |
| But I can’t find a ceiling |
| These little bone niggas mostly rim your bitches in here chilling |
| He’s going up and down |
| Her neck looks like a yo-yo |
| She said she wants him in too |
| I told her that’s a no-no |
| Be my baby mama |
| Need her, you my main hoe |
| Pussy ass rappers we ain’t cool |
| And you know so |
| Plus I need a halo |
| Pisses me the H-off |
| Streets is my religion |
| I be bringing to my four-four |
| Gotti where you been? |
| Hanging at the bank, bitch |
| All around the globe |
| Ripping that cocaine shit |
| I’m on that cocaine 6 |
| They not give him no |
| With them cocaine hits |
| I’m on my dope boy shit |
| I’m on that cocaine shit |
| White bit, white out for |
| For white bitch |
| I think I’m on that cocaine shit |
| Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine |
| Cocaine is all they wanna hear |
| Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine |
| Cocaine that what they know me for |
| Eyes froze |
| These niggas tell you they business |
| Niggas talk like they gangsters |
| But most of these niggas bitches |
| Your favorite rapper |
| Probably ain’t got no riches |
| Probably still on the jewel |
| And most of the cars rented |
| Mainly this industry shit |
| Made for T. V |
| Watered down commercial line |
| Niggas don’t want to see me |
| Besides, this shit |
| Faker than wrestling |
| God is selling out to a label |
| You couldn’t imagine |
| Fuck them with their fancies |
| Their labels and their advancements |
| 'Cause I got plugs on plugs that send me |
| Bricks on bricks in advancements |
| Now fuck them all, bam |
| Trying to get my ass in |
| I’m the gangster of the year |
| And that’s how I been |
| Ever since I entered |
| Seen me in a rental |
| One thing right about it nigga |
| There’s some bricks inside the fender |
| Prep the cans |
| You step in the middle |
| Smell like gasoline |
| Fish gill, white glitter |
| I’m on that cocaine 6 |
| They not give him no |
| With them cocaine hits |
| I’m on my dope boy shit |
| I’m on that cocaine shit |
| White bit, white out for |
| For white bitch |
| I think I’m on that cocaine shit |
| Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine |
| Cocaine is all they wanna hear |
| Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine |
| Cocaine that what they know me for |