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Coco and Chanel (Explicit)歌词完整版
Overlord Gruff – Coco & Chanel
Lyrics
Chorus
A b*tch will never get my money dummy – You could go to hell
Gone be funny when she hungry – Eat that Coco and Chanel
Ain’t no Gucci or no Louis (Vuitton) – Versace or no Prada
The only thing I got is hard d*ck and this chopper
From Pomona n*gga – respect the Crippin’ got out the field
But you fell and bumped your head think I’m slippin’ will get you killed
You’re f*ckin’ on the trick-off – but won’t pay her to leave
So, if you trick – know I got a b*tch up my sleeve
Verse 1
Money is the root of all evil – obviously
It’s sittin’ right there between her legs
That’s her privacy
All she wanted was a good n*gga
So, we try to see
But in the end – A b*tch is a b*tch
And she’s proud to be
Why you wastin’ time steady trickin’
B*tches getting over while you’re trippin’
Pickin’ up that bottle – got you sippin’
She calls Police when you give her an a*s-whippin’
Thought she really had it – your back
With all that weed that you rollin’
Put love in trust in your relationship
To see it was stolen
Double barrel to the chest
Feel like the pain that you holdin’
You ain’t stupid
But you’re just another dumb n*gga
You probably kissed her in the mouth
Like a young n*gga
Fell in love with her Cuz
You a YUM n*gga!
Cold hearted – when a n*gga hit the block
Won’t let her f*ck it up
Keep it G’s Movin’
F*ck you doin’ with this uppercut?
Chorus 2
A b*tch will never get my money dummy – You could go to hell
Gone be funny when she hungry – Eat that Coco and Chanel
Ain’t no Gucci or no Louis (Vuitton) – Versace or no Prada
The only thing I got is hard d*ck and this chopper
From Pomona n*gga – respect the Crippin’ got out the field
But you fell and bumped your head think I’m slippin’ will get you killed
You f*ckin’ on the trick-off – but won’t pay her to leave
So, if you trick – know I got a b*tch up my sleeve
Verse 2
Told a b*tch to open up her legs
But she shut her trap
I could lead a b*tch to where that
M*therf*ckin’ water at
Send a h*e but don’t you break the rules
I’m on that double-back
Her leash is short like Kevin Hart
I call that h*e my double-stack
Wizard - how I got these b*tches trippin’
Grippin’ on my sleeve
Ain’t no slippin’ in my Pimp or Crippin’
B*tch get on your knees
If she’s suffocation – then she’s fakin’
She don’t pay to breathe
You don’t pay that h*e to stay
You payin’ that b*tch to leave
Everything a b*tch will ever need
Will be inside her purse
In the swimmin’ pool - if she get tired
She gone die of thirst
Cornball n*gga want some p*ssy
He gone buy it first
All I want is money – F*ck the rest
I’m gone supply the work
Jumping out the gym – a criminal
Maneuver cross a b*tch
Birdman – move em’ with hands
Like you wash a dish
Manifest them m*therf*ckin’ yams
Until your man is rich - man, I’m at the top
That’s what a man gets
Chorus 3
A b*tch will never get my money dummy – You could go to hell
Gone be funny when she hungry – Eat that Coco and Chanel
Ain’t no Gucci or no Louis (Vuitton) – Versace or no Prada
The only thing I got is hard d*ck and this chopper
From Pomona n*gga – respect the Crippin’ got out the field
But you fell and bumped your head think I’m slippin’ will get you killed
You’re f*ckin’ on the trick-off – but won’t pay her to leave
So if you trick – know I got a b*tch up my sleeve
