Текст песни Coco Chanel - Rico
Whole
lotta
gang
shit
Oh,
uh,
ugh,
ayy
yo
Chun
Ayy
yo
Chun
We
back
on
that
Coco
shit
nigga
number
one,
uh
Whole
lotta
gang
shit
Haha,
every
bitch
bloodclaat,
you
heard
me
Oh,
ayy
yo,
uh,
Brooklyn!
Kick
for
my
stomach,
let's
go!
Yo!
Dame
la
coco,
yeah
la
coco
Ellas
quieren
coco,
y
yo
tampoco
Never
trust
a
broke
hoe,
don't
fuck
with
po-po
Numero
uno,
me
llama
Yoko
Pull
up
in
them
thing
things,
and
let
them
things
fling
Niggas
know
my
name
ring,
and
it
go
"ding-ding"
If
I
get
an
inkling,
the
thing'll
sing-sing
Ain't
talkin'
'bout
the
singer,
the
thing'll
sting-sting
Ayo
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
make
a
crack
of
it
If
they
grab
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
Brook'
now,
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
creams
on
'em
I
pull
up
on
the
block
bumpin'
Biggie
"Dreams"
on
'em
A
nigga
greased
on
'em,
but
ice
freezed
on
'em
I
light
breezed
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
Dame
la
coco,
yeah
la
coco
Ellas
quieren
coco,
y
yo
tampoco
Never
trust
a
broke
hoe,
don't
fuck
with
po-po
Numero
uno,
me
llama
Yoko
Pull
up
in
them
thing
things,
and
let
them
things
fling
Niggas
know
my
name
ring,
and
it
go
"ding-ding"
If
I
get
an
inkling,
the
thing'll
sing-sing
Ain't
talkin'
'bout
the
singer,
the
thing'll
sting-sting
Gimme
some
bloodclaat
gunshots
Brooklyn
where
the
fuck
we
at?
Flatbush,
Bed-Stuy
That's
my
word
to
Big,
I'ma
murder
them
rasclats
All
black
Chloe
straps,
Galy
wit'
skully
to
the
back
Fuck
where
my
ratchet
at?
Come
make
me
dutty
that
People
said
my
cheque
broke,
back
like
I
never
left
Went
down
when
I
come
'round,
all
y'all
bitches
bow
down
King
Fox,
King
Kong,
back
on
my
Trini,
nigga
Valentino
bling
thong,
all
y'all
bitches
duck
me,
fuck
Nick,
come
fuck
it
up,
bad
gyal
a
back
it
up
Coco
'pon
my
foot
dem,
C's
pon
my
likkle
pretty
red
boat
See
dem
bust
one?
before
we
see
them
choke
Pussy
wan'
try
I
I
I
Ya
bloodclaat
dis
the
morale
of
the
day
Them
bitches
in
them
bum-ass
Louis
thigh
highs
I'm
on
my
clip
blue
jip
been
hurtin'
guys
Gun
slingers,
let
me
see
y'all
gun
fingers
Y'all
bitches
dick
riders
Little
Nicki's,
little
Inga
talk
Dame
la
coco,
yeah
la
coco
Ellas
quieren
coco,
y
yo
tampoco
Never
trust
a
broke
hoe,
don't
fuck
with
po-po
Numero
uno,
me
llama
Yoko
Pull
up
in
them
thing
things,
and
let
them
things
fling
Niggas
know
my
name
ring,
and
it
go
"ding-ding"
If
I
get
an
inkling,
the
thing'll
sing-sing
Ain't
talkin'
'bout
the
singer,
the
thing'll
sting-sting
Foxy
plus
one
is
me,
young
Chun
And
we,
are
gon'
fuck
the
di
place
and
done
So
tell
'em
run,
come
and
bring
a
lump
sum
Ayo
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
On
a
can't
tell,
dem
fi
fake
vibes
They
call
me
Mrs.
Bitch,
but
I
don't
miss,
bitch
Got
real
shooters,
better
D
up,
guys
Who
me?
I'm
physically
fine
Who
she?
It's
like
we
know
she
dyin'
Bitch
ain't
see
the
board
in
2017
Had
to
drop
Queen
on
'em
like
a
guillotine
All
these
jealous
bitches
on
the
jelly
team
Keepin'
it
a
hundred,
that's
a
jelly
bean
Uh,
uh-uh,
uh-uh
Uh,
uh-uh,
uh-uh
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