Glynn Coco - Comedy Jam (New Oochie) lyrics

[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 tit 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**h up like confetti Set it off like Cleo and three amigos in a Chevy My penmanship and tongue work got your n***a a frenzy Black tax paid and I'm damned to the charge They betting on a spade with a Mastercard k**ing off the culture and ama**ed 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 gla** Nah, I want some Ye's made of gla** Nah, I want champagne in my gla** And I want my juice fresh squeeze, cold pressed, with a dash of volcanic ash And I wanna get my flicks 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** 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***a (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 balls 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 gla** [Verse 2] And I want a free-range a** sitting on 40 acres of Korean velvet gra** 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 slick Tear stains, ear strained hear the dial tone click 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***a 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 gla**