COKE

Uh, yeah
Aye

Lockout
I don't stick with the dropouts, they don't pop out
Came from the void of lost hope where niggas never got out
Even the babies smelling daisies thinking life sweet
Until they taste me
I mean yo bitch gon love me
I'm young chocolate
Even she wanna fuck in a Macy's
She leave me with great ease
I don't pay fee's
I know niggas that snort white, please say cheese
And don't give fuck about your opinion
Because either way you still pay me

Alright, yeah yeah
You still pay me

Sunshine on me, Devin Booker
Saw a hooker then I took her, showed her I can rap
Like I booked her, yeah she taste like brown sugar
I ain't yo fucking slime nigga, huh, you a motherfucking booger
Roaming through the game with potential
It may judgmental but my life confidential
I just say what I can cuz y'all wouldn't get it
These bars are essential, pull out some utensils and cook in kitchen
Now give me my credit, yeah
Now give me my credit nigga

Yeah, Cuz the bars are essential pull out some utensils and
Now cook in the kitchen
Now gimme my credit nigga
Now gimme my credit nigga



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Writer(s): B. D. Wilson
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