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letra de cocainerose - crimeapple

[intro]
you gonna talk to me, talk to me, right?
whoa, look

[verse]
deep down, i really love the game, i just like the money
started out in section eight, patient, i′m tripping, life is funny
might be a boca chica geeking and truly some nights is fuzzy
oh, that’s your wifey? i hit it like a costa rican spider monkey
i only eat what i could k!ll, i got a piece of a meal
these guys junkies, eating pills, just seeking a thrill
nah, i′m keeping it chill, my pendant gives players pneumonia
all my sh-t they’re quoting, that’s like coca without the cola
these dudes washed, put ′em out to dry on a clothing line
i give you a piece of mine, you might find that it′s a gold mine
i got it off a slow grind by any means necessary
quality is primary, paper comes secondary
very scary, me in the booth, that’s elliot spencer
shorty from the equator, her p-ssy lips is magenta
dudes p-ssy typing a caption about shooting me
should be focused on raising them dirty kids, not writing my eulogy, nah (okay)

[chorus]
i rose up out the cocaine
now i′m froze up, this a cold chain
ya b-tch chose up and she won’t stay
get ya soul flushed with throwaway
[verse]
barely got a pot to p-ss in, tripping, missing integrity
living in a delusion like sh-t could ever dishevel in me
i burn gas medically and mack b-tches like wanda sykes
though i′m polite, stay for a plate, compliment your momma’s rice
dropped the dice, i took plenty chance to seeking advancement
all it took was me being candid over the canvas
now i′m smoking black and milds in places they don’t even understand this
i cl!cked my nikes, i’m a long way from kansas
on the baddie′s ass, i left the handprint
dollar bills i demanded, man, my hunger rampant
they amping you up, that′s the ambulance
stick the kind glances instead of glaring before you get embarrassed
(f-ck outta here)

[chorus]
i rose up out the cocaine (i did)
now i’m froze up, this is a cold chain
ya b-tch chose up and she won′t stay
get ya soul flushed with the throwaway
i rose up out the cocaine
now i’m froze up, this a cold chain
ya b-tch chose up and she won′t stay
get ya soul flushed with throwaway
i rose up out the cocaine
now i’m froze up, this a cold chain
ya b-tch chose up and she won′t stay
get ya soul flushed with throwaway
i rose up out the cocaine
ya b-tch chose up and she won’t stay
now i’m froze up, this a cold chain
get ya soul flushed with throwaway
[outro]
oh, you′ll be sorry, now pick it up
there′s a little family problem here, teach
little brother here forgot to finish his homework last night, eh?

- crimeapple

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