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letra de comedy jam (new oochie) - glynn coco

[intro]

found the quiet through the under like when celie found a sister
let no one tear me asunder not a madam, miss, or mister
cold world but i’m colder than a witch’s t-t in winter
flip it quicker than naomi campbell’s temper
if you still sleeping on me i suppose that makes me freddie
shred your hopes and dreams to bits and toss that b-tch up like confetti
set it off like cleo and three amigos in a chevy
my penmanship and tongue work got your n-gga a frenzy
black tax paid and i’m d-mned to the charge
they betting on a spade with a mastercard
k!lling off the culture and am-ssed martyrs
coco blessed the mic so let it capture y’all

[verse 1]
i want that cable tv, i want that comedy jam
i want them alpaca seats, i want some j’s made of gl-ss
nah, i want some ye’s made of gl-ss
nah, i want champagne in my gl-ss
and i want my juice fresh squeeze, cold pressed, with a dash of volcanic ash
and i wanna get my fl1cks in magazines
and i wanna a take few more for the gram
wanna fill up all the seats in mezzanines
but still season all my collard greens with ham
and i want to milly rock with a gold mic in my hand like when biggie met pam
and i wanna be on all the best dressed list
on some tribe called fresh sh-t
with a hint of black mae west and
a little bit of throwback jetson
want three kings dropping flowers at my feet to a prince akeem and ‘nem beat
when i show up on the scene wanna hear big n-gga (sing she’s your queen to be) off key
make the bars go hard, wrote them avant-garde
catch em all off guard in their own backyard
dragonlady breathed and the beat got charred
he told me to believe, hold me in high regard
grab the world by the b-lls like i’m maxine shaw
sinners got soul, but i’m talking god
yeah but i’m talking god
sinners got soul, but i’m talking god

[bridge]
i want that cable tv, i want that comedy jam
i want them alpaca seats, i want some j’s made of gl-ss

[verse 2]
and i want a free-range -ss sitting on 40 acres of korean velvet gr-ss
wanna a little bit of cream with my honey
want a team that will love me
when my head get big cuz my backside thick
and a kind word turns to a hurt so sl1ck
tear stains, ear strained hear the dial tone cl1ck
turn a blind eye when a text get missed
hug me when i home and then call me selfish
share the sweet fruit so they’re never salty
make the great pursuit so one day we’ll all be
under one roof in the morning glory
putting in work so i’m never hardly
sleeping on my dreams, hope it don’t cost me
if you speaking ill will n-gga speak softly

[outro]
i want that cable tv, i want that comedy jam
i want them alpaca seats, i want some j’s made of gl-ss

- glynn coco

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