Coco Chanel (feat. Foxy Brown)

Whole lotta gang shit (Beatz)

Woo, uh, ugh

Aye yo, Chun

Uh, aye yo, Chun

We back on that Coco shit, ****, number one, uh (Whole lotta gang shit)

Every bitch bloodclaat, girl

Uh, aye yo

Uh, Brooklyn

Kick for my stomach, let's go

Ven dame a la Coco

Yeah, la Coco

Ellas quieren Coco

Y yo tampoco

Never trust a broke hoe

Don't fuck with po-po

Número uno

Me llama Yoko

Pull up in them thing, things and let them things swing

**** know my name ring and it go "Ding, ding"

If I get a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing

Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting, sting

Aye yo, if I'm in the Gurkha, then they in the back of it

If I tell 'em, "Eat food", then they make a snack of it

If they take your cocaine, then they makin' crack of it

If they yak your gold chain, then they make a plaque of it

Know we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it

Put a couple racks on it, they gon' put the whack on it

She got the Nicki bundles, worth a stack on it

That's word to Brooknam, that's word to Bucktown

That's word to Harlem World, shout out to Uptown

You know I shine on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em

That's word to Southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em

I'm mad Queens on 'em, with mad schemes on 'em

I never scale back, the triple beams on 'em

My ice gleams on 'em, Wu-Tang 'C.R.E.A.M.'s on 'em

I pull up on the block bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em

Hunnid degrees on 'em, but I freezed on 'em

A light breeze on 'em, I might breeze on 'em

Might do it like it's Christmas and light trees on 'em

I see the copycats bitin' my steez on 'em

Yo

Ven dame a la Coco

Yeah, la Coco

Ellas quieren Coco

Y yo tampoco

Never trust a broke hoe

Don't fuck with po-po

Número uno

Me llama Yoko

Pull up in them thing, things and let them things swing

**** know my name ring and it go "Ding, ding"

If I get a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing

Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting, sting

Gimme some bloodclaat gunshot

Brooklyn, where the fuck we at?

Flatbush, Bed-Stuy

That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclaat

All black Chloe chaps, Galliano skully to the back

Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that

Pus seta my check 'bout, back like I never left

Man down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down

King Fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, ****

Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches duppy fuck

Nick', come fuck it up, bad gyaal a-back it up

Coco pon my foot dem, C's pon my likkle pretty red bow

See dem buss one for baby, see dem, cheya

Pussy whine chi, ay-ay-ay, ay

The bloodclaat this, the Moet let me die

Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh-highs

I'm on my clear blue jet plane purp and dyed eyes, oh

Gunslingers, let me see y'all gun fingers

Y'all bitches dick riders

Little Nicki's, little Inga's, woah

Yo

Ven dame a la Coco

Yeah, la Coco

Ellas quieren Coco

Y yo tampoco

Never trust a broke hoe

Don't fuck with po-po

Número uno

Me llama Yoko

Pull up in them thing, things and let them things swing

**** know my name ring and it go "Ding, ding"

If I get a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing

Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting, sting

Foxy plus one, it's me, young Chun

And me, I can fuck up the place, I'm done

So tell 'em, "Run, come and bring a lump sum"

Aye yo, Fox

They don't make us or break us

Word to young guns (Put your hands up)

Illest to ever do it, tell 'em fi recognize

Own a cartel, dem fi free up Vybz

They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch

Got real shooters, better D up, guys

Who me? I'm physically fine

Who she? Inside, we know she dyin'

Bitch ain't see Billboard in 2017

Had to drop Queen on 'em like a guillotine

All these jealous bitches on the jelly team

Keepin' it a hunnid, that's a jelly bean

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