Yes. Straight 1.25. It's more Hype and would get you either dancing fucking it up or spit some crazy shit...shit I would do both at the same dam time..
Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco) Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco) Never trust a broke hoe (don't fuck with po-po) Número uno (me llama Yoko) Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing) 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 (back) If I tell 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it (snack) 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 (plaque) 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 (the whack) She got the Nicki bundles, worth a stack on it (stack) That's word to Brook'-nam, that's word to Bucktown That's word to Harlem World (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 (ooh) A nigga greazed on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em (oii) I light breezed on 'em (uh), I might breeze on 'em (grr) Might do it like it's Christmas and light trees on 'em I see the copycats bitin' my steez on 'em (yo) Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco) Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco) Never trust a broke hoe (don't fuck with po-po) Número uno (me llama Yoko) Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing) 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 rasclaat All black Chloe chaps, gyally I'ma skully to the back Fuck where my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that Pussy dem ah chat 'bout, back like I never left Man down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down King Fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, nigga Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches duck me, fuck Nick, come fuck it up, bad gyal ah back it up Coco 'pon my foot dem C's pon my likkle pretty red bow See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chuh Pussy wan' try I-I-I-I Yuh bloodclaat diss, them boys light my day Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs I'm on my clip, blue jeep, Van Herpen lady Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers Y'all bitches dick riders Little Nicki's, little Inga (oh oh oh) Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco) Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco) Never trust a broke hoe (don't fuck with po-po) Número uno (me llama Yoko) Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing) 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, ah 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 (uh-huh), tell' em fi recognize (yeah) Unuh cartel, dem fi free up Vybz 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 how we know she dyin' Bitch ain't see Billboard in 2017 (2017) Had to drop Queen on 'em like a guillotine (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 (ay, ay) Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh (ay, ay)
[Intro: Foxy Brown & Boonk Gang] Whole lotta gang shit Beatzz Oh, uh, ugh, ayo, Chun, uh, ayo, Chun We back on that Coco shit, nigga, number one, uh Whole lotta gang shit Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, girl Oh, ayo, uh, Brooklyn! Kick for my stomach, let's go! [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco Ellos 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 a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing Ain't talkin’ 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] 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 making crack of it If they yap your gold chain, then they make a plaque of it No, 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, word to Stack on it That's word to Brooknam, 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, runn 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 (Woop) Hunnit degrees on 'em, but I freeze on 'em A light breeze 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 [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco Ellos 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 a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting [Verse 2: Foxy Brown & Nicki Minaj] Gimme some bloodclaat, gunshot Brooklyn, where the fuck we at? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclaats All black Chloe straps, gally I'ma skully to the back Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that Puss dem I chat 'bout, back like I never left Man down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down King Fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, 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 bow See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chugh! Pussy whine chime, ay, ay, ay, ay The bloodclaat this, the Moet let me die Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs I'm on my clip, blue jeep, Van Herpen day-days (Woah) Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers Y'all bitches dick riders Little Nicki's, little Inga's, woah! [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco Ellos 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 a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj & Foxy Brown] Foxy plus one, it's me, young Chun And we ah-guh fuck up the 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 Fe recognize Unuh Kartel, dem fi free up Vybz? They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch Got real shooters, better D up, guys Who me? I'm physically fine Who she? Inside we know she dyin' Bitch ain't see Billboard 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 (Mhm, mhm, ayy, ayy) Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (Ihh, ihh, ayy, ayy)
Whole lotta gang shit Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo Chun Uh, 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! [Nicki Minaj:] He got me like a coco, yeah uh 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 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 He got me like a coco, yeah uh 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 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 Brown & Nicki Minaj:] Gimme some bloodclaat gunshots Brooklyn where the fuck we at? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclaats All black Chloe straps, gally I'ma skully to the back Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that Puss dem I chat 'bout, back like I never left Went down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down King fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, 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 bow See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chugh! Pussy whine chime, ay, ay, ay, ay The bloodclaat this, the Moet let me die Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs I'm on my clip, blue jeep, Van Herpen day-days (woah) Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers Y'all bitches dick riders Little Nicki's, little Inga's, woah! [Nicki Minaj:] He got me like a coco, yeah uh 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 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, it's me young Chun And me, I can fuck up the place, I'm 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 Unless they ever do it, tell' em fi recognize Run a Kartel, Dem fi 'fraid Vybz They call me Ms. 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 Billboard 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, uh-uh, uh-uh
Oh, uh, ugh, ay yo Chun, uh Ay yo Chun We back on that Coco shit nigga number one, uh Whole lotta gang shit Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, you heard me Oh, ay yo, uh, Brooklyn! Yo (let's go baby) Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco) Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco) Never trust a broke hoe (don't fuck with po-po) Número uno (me llama Yoko) Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing) 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 (back) If I tell 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it (snack) 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 (plaque) 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 (the whack) She got the Nicki bundles, worth a stack on it (stack) That's word to Brook'-nam, that's word to Bucktown That's word to Harlem World (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 (ooh) A nigga greazed on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em (oii) I light breezed on 'em (uh), I might breeze on 'em (grr) Might do it like it's Christmas and light trees on 'em I see the copycats bitin' my steez on 'em (yo) Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco) Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco) Never trust a broke hoe (don't fuck with po-po) Número uno (me llama Yoko) Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing) 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 rasclaat All black Chloe chaps, gyally I'ma skully to the back Fuck where my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that Pussy dem ah chat 'bout, back like I never left Man down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down King Fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, nigga Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches duck me, fuck Nick, come fuck it up, bad gyal ah back it up Coco 'pon my foot dem C's pon my likkle pretty red bow See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chuh Pussy wan' try I-I-I-I Yuh bloodclaat diss, them boys light my day Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs I'm on my clip, blue jeep, Van Herpen lady Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers Y'all bitches dick riders Little Nicki's, little Inga (oh oh oh) Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco) Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco) Never trust a broke hoe (don't fuck with po-po) Número uno (me llama Yoko) Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing) 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, ah 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 (uh-huh), tell' em fi recognize (yeah) Unuh cartel, dem fi free up Vybz 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 how we know she dyin' Bitch ain't see Billboard in 2017 (2017) Had to drop Queen on 'em like a guillotine (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 (ay, ay) Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh (ay, ay) Traduire en français
Intro: Foxy Brown & Boonk Gang] Whole lotta gang shit Beatz Oh, uh, ugh, ayo, Chun, ayo, Chun We back on that Coco shit, nigga, number one, uh Whole lotta gang shit Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, girl Oh, ayo, uh, Brooklyn! Kick for my stomach, let's go! [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco Ellos 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 a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing Ain't talkin’ 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] 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 making crack of it If they yap your gold chain, then they make a plaque of it No, 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, word to Stack on it That's word to Brooknam, 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, runn 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 (woop) Hunnit degrees on 'em, but I freez on 'em A light breez 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 [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco Ellos 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 a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting [Verse 2: Foxy Brown & Nicki Minaj] Gimme some bloodclaat gunshots Brooklyn where the fuck we at? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclaats All black Chloe straps, gally I'ma skully to the back Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that Puss dem I chat 'bout, back like I never left Man down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down King fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, 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 bow See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chugh! Pussy whine chime, ay, ay, ay, ay The bloodclaat this, the Moet let me die Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs I'm on my clip, blue jeep, Van Herpen day-days (woah) Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers Y'all bitches dick riders Little Nicki's, little Inga's, woah! [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco Ellos 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 a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj & Foxy Brown] Foxy plus one, it's me young Chun And we ah-guh fuck up the 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 Unuh Kartel, dem fi free up Vybz? They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch Got real shooters, better D up, guys Who me? I'm physically fine Who she? Inside we know she dyin' Bitch ain't see Billboard 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 (mhm, mhm, ayy, ayy) Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (ihh, ihh
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
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
Oh, uh, ugh, ay yo Chun, uh Ay yo Chun We back on that Coco shit nigga number one, uh Whole lotta gang shit Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, you heard me Oh, ay yo, uh, Brooklyn! Yo (let's go baby) Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco) Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco) Never trust a broke hoe (don't fuck with po-po) Número uno (me llama Yoko) Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing) 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 (back) If I tell 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it (snack) 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 (plaque) 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 (the whack) She got the Nicki bundles, worth a stack on it (stack) That's word to Brook'-nam, that's word to Bucktown That's word to Harlem World (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 (ooh) A nigga greazed on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em (oii) I light breezed on 'em (uh), I might breeze on 'em (grr) Might do it like it's Christmas and light trees on 'em I see the copycats bitin' my steez on 'em (yo) Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco) Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco) Never trust a broke hoe (don't fuck with po-po) Número uno (me llama Yoko) Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing) 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 rasclaat All black Chloe chaps, gyally I'ma skully to the back Fuck where my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that Pussy dem ah chat 'bout, back like I never left Man down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down King Fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, nigga Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches duck me, fuck Nick, come fuck it up, bad gyal ah back it up Coco 'pon my foot dem C's pon my likkle pretty red bow See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chuh Pussy wan' try I-I-I-I Yuh bloodclaat diss, them boys light my day Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs I'm on my clip, blue jeep, Van Herpen lady Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers Y'all bitches dick riders Little Nicki's, little Inga (oh oh oh) Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco) Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco) Never trust a broke hoe (don't fuck with po-po) Número uno (me llama Yoko) Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing) 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, ah 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 (uh-huh), tell' em fi recognize (yeah) Unuh cartel, dem fi free up Vybz 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 how we know she dyin' Bitch ain't see Billboard in 2017 (2017) Had to drop Queen on 'em like a guillotine (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 (ay, ay) Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh (ay, ay)
[Intro: Foxy Brown & Boonk Gang] Whole lotta gang shit Beatzz Oh, uh, ugh, ayo, Chun, uh, ayo, Chun We back on that Coco shit, nigga, number one, uh Whole lotta gang shit Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, girl Oh, ayo, uh, Brooklyn! Kick for my stomach, let's go! [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco Ellos 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 a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing Ain't talkin’ 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] 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 making crack of it If they yap your gold chain, then they make a plaque of it No, 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, word to Stack on it That's word to Brooknam, 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, runn 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 (Woop) Hunnit degrees on 'em, but I freeze on 'em A light breeze 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 [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco Ellos 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 a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting [Verse 2: Foxy Brown & Nicki Minaj] Gimme some bloodclaat, gunshot Brooklyn, where the fuck we at? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclaats All black Chloe straps, gally I'ma skully to the back Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that Puss dem I chat 'bout, back like I never left Man down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down King Fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, 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 bow See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chugh! Pussy whine chime, ay, ay, ay, ay The bloodclaat this, the Moet let me die Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs I'm on my clip, blue jeep, Van Herpen day-days (Woah) Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers Y'all bitches dick riders Little Nicki's, little Inga's, woah! [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco Ellos 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 a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj & Foxy Brown] Foxy plus one, it's me, young Chun And we ah-guh fuck up the 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 Fe recognize Unuh Kartel, dem fi free up Vybz? They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch Got real shooters, better D up, guys Who me? I'm physically fine Who she? Inside we know she dyin' Bitch ain't see Billboard 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 (Mhm, mhm, ayy, ayy) Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (Ihh, ihh, ayy, ayy)
Cant wait for the good form! Awesome job
Put in speed 1,25 And see the magic
Yes. Straight 1.25. It's more Hype and would get you either dancing fucking it up or spit some crazy shit...shit I would do both at the same dam time..
Lmao
Aaawww😂❤️🔥 I feel a full Afro viiiibe
should add in the gunshots when foxy comes in
Dopest beat I heard 🥵
oooooo I like.......
NICE!
Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco)
Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco)
Never trust a broke hoe (don't fuck with po-po)
Número uno (me llama Yoko)
Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing)
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 (back)
If I tell 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it (snack)
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 (plaque)
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 (the whack)
She got the Nicki bundles, worth a stack on it (stack)
That's word to Brook'-nam, that's word to Bucktown
That's word to Harlem World (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 (ooh)
A nigga greazed on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em (oii)
I light breezed on 'em (uh), I might breeze on 'em (grr)
Might do it like it's Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats bitin' my steez on 'em (yo)
Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco)
Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco)
Never trust a broke hoe (don't fuck with po-po)
Número uno (me llama Yoko)
Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing)
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 rasclaat
All black Chloe chaps, gyally I'ma skully to the back
Fuck where my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that
Pussy dem ah chat 'bout, back like I never left
Man down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
King Fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches duck me, fuck
Nick, come fuck it up, bad gyal ah back it up
Coco 'pon my foot dem
C's pon my likkle pretty red bow
See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chuh
Pussy wan' try I-I-I-I
Yuh bloodclaat diss, them boys light my day
Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
I'm on my clip, blue jeep, Van Herpen lady
Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers
Y'all bitches dick riders
Little Nicki's, little Inga (oh oh oh)
Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco)
Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco)
Never trust a broke hoe (don't fuck with po-po)
Número uno (me llama Yoko)
Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing)
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, ah 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 (uh-huh), tell' em fi recognize (yeah)
Unuh cartel, dem fi free up Vybz
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 how we know she dyin'
Bitch ain't see Billboard in 2017 (2017)
Had to drop Queen on 'em like a guillotine (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 (ay, ay)
Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh (ay, ay)
the beat
[Intro: Foxy Brown & Boonk Gang]
Whole lotta gang shit
Beatzz
Oh, uh, ugh, ayo, Chun, uh, ayo, Chun
We back on that Coco shit, nigga, number one, uh
Whole lotta gang shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, girl
Oh, ayo, uh, Brooklyn!
Kick for my stomach, let's go!
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco
Ellos 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 a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing
Ain't talkin’ 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
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 making crack of it
If they yap your gold chain, then they make a plaque of it
No, 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, word to Stack on it
That's word to Brooknam, 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, runn 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 (Woop)
Hunnit degrees on 'em, but I freeze on 'em
A light breeze 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
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco
Ellos 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 a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting
[Verse 2: Foxy Brown & Nicki Minaj]
Gimme some bloodclaat, gunshot
Brooklyn, where the fuck we at? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy
That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclaats
All black Chloe straps, gally I'ma skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that
Puss dem I chat 'bout, back like I never left
Man down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
King Fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, 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 bow
See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chugh!
Pussy whine chime, ay, ay, ay, ay
The bloodclaat this, the Moet let me die
Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
I'm on my clip, blue jeep, Van Herpen day-days (Woah)
Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers
Y'all bitches dick riders
Little Nicki's, little Inga's, woah!
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco
Ellos 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 a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj & Foxy Brown]
Foxy plus one, it's me, young Chun
And we ah-guh fuck up the 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 Fe recognize
Unuh Kartel, dem fi free up Vybz?
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm physically fine
Who she? Inside we know she dyin'
Bitch ain't see Billboard 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 (Mhm, mhm, ayy, ayy)
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (Ihh, ihh, ayy, ayy)
Can you do a music video with this beat ?
Can you email me this b/c the download isn’t working and I wanna have the right one . I’ll give props
Email me: Wilson.lasayfies@gmail.com
Whole lotta gang shit
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo Chun
Uh, 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!
[Nicki Minaj:]
He got me like a coco, yeah uh 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 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
He got me like a coco, yeah uh 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 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 Brown & Nicki Minaj:]
Gimme some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the fuck we at? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy
That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclaats
All black Chloe straps, gally I'ma skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that
Puss dem I chat 'bout, back like I never left
Went down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
King fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, 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 bow
See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chugh!
Pussy whine chime, ay, ay, ay, ay
The bloodclaat this, the Moet let me die
Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
I'm on my clip, blue jeep, Van Herpen day-days (woah)
Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers
Y'all bitches dick riders
Little Nicki's, little Inga's, woah!
[Nicki Minaj:]
He got me like a coco, yeah uh 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 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, it's me young Chun
And me, I can fuck up the place, I'm 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
Unless they ever do it, tell' em fi recognize
Run a Kartel, Dem fi 'fraid Vybz
They call me Ms. 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 Billboard 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, uh-uh, uh-uh
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Oh, uh, ugh, ay yo Chun, uh
Ay yo Chun
We back on that Coco shit nigga number one, uh
Whole lotta gang shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, you heard me
Oh, ay yo, uh, Brooklyn!
Yo (let's go baby)
Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco)
Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco)
Never trust a broke hoe (don't fuck with po-po)
Número uno (me llama Yoko)
Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing)
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 (back)
If I tell 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it (snack)
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 (plaque)
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 (the whack)
She got the Nicki bundles, worth a stack on it (stack)
That's word to Brook'-nam, that's word to Bucktown
That's word to Harlem World (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 (ooh)
A nigga greazed on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em (oii)
I light breezed on 'em (uh), I might breeze on 'em (grr)
Might do it like it's Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats bitin' my steez on 'em (yo)
Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco)
Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco)
Never trust a broke hoe (don't fuck with po-po)
Número uno (me llama Yoko)
Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing)
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 rasclaat
All black Chloe chaps, gyally I'ma skully to the back
Fuck where my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that
Pussy dem ah chat 'bout, back like I never left
Man down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
King Fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches duck me, fuck
Nick, come fuck it up, bad gyal ah back it up
Coco 'pon my foot dem
C's pon my likkle pretty red bow
See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chuh
Pussy wan' try I-I-I-I
Yuh bloodclaat diss, them boys light my day
Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
I'm on my clip, blue jeep, Van Herpen lady
Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers
Y'all bitches dick riders
Little Nicki's, little Inga (oh oh oh)
Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco)
Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco)
Never trust a broke hoe (don't fuck with po-po)
Número uno (me llama Yoko)
Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing)
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, ah 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 (uh-huh), tell' em fi recognize (yeah)
Unuh cartel, dem fi free up Vybz
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 how we know she dyin'
Bitch ain't see Billboard in 2017 (2017)
Had to drop Queen on 'em like a guillotine (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 (ay, ay)
Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh (ay, ay)
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Intro: Foxy Brown & Boonk Gang]
Whole lotta gang shit
Beatz
Oh, uh, ugh, ayo, Chun, ayo, Chun
We back on that Coco shit, nigga, number one, uh
Whole lotta gang shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, girl
Oh, ayo, uh, Brooklyn!
Kick for my stomach, let's go!
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco
Ellos 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 a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing
Ain't talkin’ 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
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 making crack of it
If they yap your gold chain, then they make a plaque of it
No, 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, word to Stack on it
That's word to Brooknam, 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, runn 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 (woop)
Hunnit degrees on 'em, but I freez on 'em
A light breez 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
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco
Ellos 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 a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting
[Verse 2: Foxy Brown & Nicki Minaj]
Gimme some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the fuck we at? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy
That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclaats
All black Chloe straps, gally I'ma skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that
Puss dem I chat 'bout, back like I never left
Man down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
King fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, 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 bow
See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chugh!
Pussy whine chime, ay, ay, ay, ay
The bloodclaat this, the Moet let me die
Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
I'm on my clip, blue jeep, Van Herpen day-days (woah)
Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers
Y'all bitches dick riders
Little Nicki's, little Inga's, woah!
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco
Ellos 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 a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj & Foxy Brown]
Foxy plus one, it's me young Chun
And we ah-guh fuck up the 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
Unuh Kartel, dem fi free up Vybz?
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm physically fine
Who she? Inside we know she dyin'
Bitch ain't see Billboard 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 (mhm, mhm, ayy, ayy)
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (ihh, ihh
this have copyright?
No remade originally
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
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
Oh, uh, ugh, ay yo Chun, uh
Ay yo Chun
We back on that Coco shit nigga number one, uh
Whole lotta gang shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, you heard me
Oh, ay yo, uh, Brooklyn!
Yo (let's go baby)
Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco)
Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco)
Never trust a broke hoe (don't fuck with po-po)
Número uno (me llama Yoko)
Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing)
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 (back)
If I tell 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it (snack)
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 (plaque)
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 (the whack)
She got the Nicki bundles, worth a stack on it (stack)
That's word to Brook'-nam, that's word to Bucktown
That's word to Harlem World (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 (ooh)
A nigga greazed on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em (oii)
I light breezed on 'em (uh), I might breeze on 'em (grr)
Might do it like it's Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats bitin' my steez on 'em (yo)
Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco)
Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco)
Never trust a broke hoe (don't fuck with po-po)
Número uno (me llama Yoko)
Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing)
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 rasclaat
All black Chloe chaps, gyally I'ma skully to the back
Fuck where my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that
Pussy dem ah chat 'bout, back like I never left
Man down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
King Fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches duck me, fuck
Nick, come fuck it up, bad gyal ah back it up
Coco 'pon my foot dem
C's pon my likkle pretty red bow
See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chuh
Pussy wan' try I-I-I-I
Yuh bloodclaat diss, them boys light my day
Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
I'm on my clip, blue jeep, Van Herpen lady
Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers
Y'all bitches dick riders
Little Nicki's, little Inga (oh oh oh)
Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco)
Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco)
Never trust a broke hoe (don't fuck with po-po)
Número uno (me llama Yoko)
Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing)
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, ah 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 (uh-huh), tell' em fi recognize (yeah)
Unuh cartel, dem fi free up Vybz
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 how we know she dyin'
Bitch ain't see Billboard in 2017 (2017)
Had to drop Queen on 'em like a guillotine (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 (ay, ay)
Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh (ay, ay)
[Intro: Foxy Brown & Boonk Gang]
Whole lotta gang shit
Beatzz
Oh, uh, ugh, ayo, Chun, uh, ayo, Chun
We back on that Coco shit, nigga, number one, uh
Whole lotta gang shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, girl
Oh, ayo, uh, Brooklyn!
Kick for my stomach, let's go!
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco
Ellos 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 a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing
Ain't talkin’ 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
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 making crack of it
If they yap your gold chain, then they make a plaque of it
No, 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, word to Stack on it
That's word to Brooknam, 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, runn 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 (Woop)
Hunnit degrees on 'em, but I freeze on 'em
A light breeze 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
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco
Ellos 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 a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting
[Verse 2: Foxy Brown & Nicki Minaj]
Gimme some bloodclaat, gunshot
Brooklyn, where the fuck we at? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy
That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclaats
All black Chloe straps, gally I'ma skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that
Puss dem I chat 'bout, back like I never left
Man down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
King Fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, 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 bow
See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chugh!
Pussy whine chime, ay, ay, ay, ay
The bloodclaat this, the Moet let me die
Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
I'm on my clip, blue jeep, Van Herpen day-days (Woah)
Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers
Y'all bitches dick riders
Little Nicki's, little Inga's, woah!
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco
Ellos 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 a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj & Foxy Brown]
Foxy plus one, it's me, young Chun
And we ah-guh fuck up the 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 Fe recognize
Unuh Kartel, dem fi free up Vybz?
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm physically fine
Who she? Inside we know she dyin'
Bitch ain't see Billboard 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 (Mhm, mhm, ayy, ayy)
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (Ihh, ihh, ayy, ayy)