| When I’m alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall
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| Flashbacks about the streets and memories of my dawgs
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| I just looked at my phone had a couple of missed calls
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| One from Gucci, one from Diddy, and a couple of brawds
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| Man I’m down for the cause
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| Put these bitches on pause
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| They’ll lie to your face go fuck off with dawgs
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| I’m like what up to my fans I wrote this shit here for y’all
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| Come to your city stand on the couch, go hard, and ball
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| Cocaine music my nigga that shit considered the brand
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| All white is the movement what the fuck is you sayin'
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| Niggas thought I was playing til' I pulled up in them cars
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| Then stepped out wit' that jewerly now they see us as stars
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| I pushed the button dropped the top
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| Fixed my chain cock my Glock
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| Tell my homies squad up 'bouta fall up in the spot
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| Stay focused keep your eyes open niggas be hating
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| Its 1st degree murder if a nigga wanna play (BOW)
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| Cocaine straight face no emotion just silence
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| These niggas wildin'
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| They strive on violence
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| Niggas talkin' goon shit I preach it to the choir
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| I know it, I seen it, I done it… Cock, aim, fire
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| While we’re gettin' to it (oooh)
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| This is how we do it (all night)
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| All Night
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| All it is, is G way
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| And you know my heat stay (by my side)
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| Just me and my thoughts waiting on that call
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| Listening to that cocaine
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| This is co-caine mu-sic mu-sic
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| Trash bag on the backseat
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| Having flashbacks of a track meet
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| Metro PD trynna catch me
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| High speed back streets if we crash so be it (Fuck it)
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| Cause the strap to big can’t even stash the heat (Damn)
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| Predicate felon in the passenger seat (So what we gonna do?)
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| So I’m smashing when they ask for ID (Scuur)
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| Blue lights flashin' there future in the rearview
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| God saying pull over but Lucifer I hear you
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| My heart racing
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| Might as well start bracing myself for the car chasin'
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| Man the law getting closer I pull to the shoulder
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| They sped right pass me they ain’t even pull me over
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| I need a blunt and a asap
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| Til then I’m in the trap
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| And I stay strap
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| 20 pounds 20 thou yea I charge’em that
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| 25 high risk boy a heart
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| Cashville on the ave where I started
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| Old school game yea I prolly need a starter hat
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| And a pull over I so fucking hooded yea Zilla voice
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| Bopping cocaine music ridin' in a vanilla porche |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cocaine Muzik , by - Yo Gotti. Song from the album Gotti's Way, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп