Coquito
Light-skinned friend she look like Michael
Jackson Got a dark-skinned friend she lo-look like Tito (
Tito) Pull up to that rim, I can't miss like D.
Rose (
Rose) Baby my coquito, you know she from Puerto Rico (aye,
yah) Lie like James Bond in my black tuxedo (hmm) Southside coolant,
I been incognito Yeah, always spend a brick,
baby I'm no cheapo Shoutout Uncle Billy, he just beat the chemo!
(aye) Pretty Spanish mommy, and she call me chico (hmmm) She said, "
Como estas?" I said, "
Me no speako" Fake it 'till you make it,
I call that placebo (got 'em) Father, Son and Spirit,
that's the three amigo (aye) Woke up in the morning,
I just did my devo (my devo) That's the way I doo-doo on my ego (on
my ego) I think I just might of disappointed primio (dang) That's
okay, we just did this for the people (uhh) Feelin' sorry for
yourself like (boo-hoo) poor me (woah) Pour me,
pour me a glass of coquito, coquito, coquito,
yeah Lost in the sauce She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A She went M-I,
M-I, M-I, M-I-A, aye She went M-I, M-I,
M-I, M-I-A Down in M-I, M-I, M-I-A-M-I, yeah
Light-skinned friend she look like Michael
Jackson Got a dark-skinned friend shh like Tito (
Tito) Lightskin shorty, I won't trade her for noone, noone, nah, nah,
nah Gotta dark-skinned friend,
she look like Kelly Rowland Gotta dark-skinned shorty,
I can't trade her for noone [?],
I'll get you a couple I need that black skin,
babe like coquito I know a caramel queen,
she look like Bruno Mars All them jokers want her heart,
but she don't play them cards, no Lightskin shorty,
I won't trade her for noone (yeah yeah,
yeah yeah) I gotta lightskinned shorty,
she look like Pocahontas And she always set it off,
that's why I think she the bombest, yeah yeah Lightskin shorty,
I won't trade her for noone (scatting),
woah woah woah woah (scatting), woah woah woah woah (scatting),
woah woah woah woah Woah woah,
(scatting) Feelin' sorry for yourself like poor me Pour me,
pour me a glass of coquito, coquito, coquito,
yeah Don't get lost in the sauce She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A M-I,
M-I, M-I, M-I-A, aye yeah M-I, M-I, M-I,
M-I-A She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A, yeah
Jackson Got a dark-skinned friend she lo-look like Tito (
Tito) Pull up to that rim, I can't miss like D.
Rose (
Rose) Baby my coquito, you know she from Puerto Rico (aye,
yah) Lie like James Bond in my black tuxedo (hmm) Southside coolant,
I been incognito Yeah, always spend a brick,
baby I'm no cheapo Shoutout Uncle Billy, he just beat the chemo!
(aye) Pretty Spanish mommy, and she call me chico (hmmm) She said, "
Como estas?" I said, "
Me no speako" Fake it 'till you make it,
I call that placebo (got 'em) Father, Son and Spirit,
that's the three amigo (aye) Woke up in the morning,
I just did my devo (my devo) That's the way I doo-doo on my ego (on
my ego) I think I just might of disappointed primio (dang) That's
okay, we just did this for the people (uhh) Feelin' sorry for
yourself like (boo-hoo) poor me (woah) Pour me,
pour me a glass of coquito, coquito, coquito,
yeah Lost in the sauce She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A She went M-I,
M-I, M-I, M-I-A, aye She went M-I, M-I,
M-I, M-I-A Down in M-I, M-I, M-I-A-M-I, yeah
Light-skinned friend she look like Michael
Jackson Got a dark-skinned friend shh like Tito (
Tito) Lightskin shorty, I won't trade her for noone, noone, nah, nah,
nah Gotta dark-skinned friend,
she look like Kelly Rowland Gotta dark-skinned shorty,
I can't trade her for noone [?],
I'll get you a couple I need that black skin,
babe like coquito I know a caramel queen,
she look like Bruno Mars All them jokers want her heart,
but she don't play them cards, no Lightskin shorty,
I won't trade her for noone (yeah yeah,
yeah yeah) I gotta lightskinned shorty,
she look like Pocahontas And she always set it off,
that's why I think she the bombest, yeah yeah Lightskin shorty,
I won't trade her for noone (scatting),
woah woah woah woah (scatting), woah woah woah woah (scatting),
woah woah woah woah Woah woah,
(scatting) Feelin' sorry for yourself like poor me Pour me,
pour me a glass of coquito, coquito, coquito,
yeah Don't get lost in the sauce She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A M-I,
M-I, M-I, M-I-A, aye yeah M-I, M-I, M-I,
M-I-A She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Mineo, Jacob Cardec, Emmanuel Ajomale, Jesse Owusu, Joel Mcneill
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