Dua Lipa - Cocoa Butter Kisses lyrics

[Intro] Cigarettes on cigarettes, cigarettes on cigarettes Cigarettes on cigarettes, cigarettes on cigarettes [Chorus] Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it’s dank I miss my cocoa bu*ter kisses I miss my cocoa bu*ter kisses [Verse] Okie dokie, alchy, keep it low-key like Thor, lil bro Or he’ll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi Wiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyote If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outie Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a dougie I just opened up the pack, in an hour, I’ll ash my lucky She just yelling “f** me” Two weeks, she’ll be yelling, “f** me” Tonight, she yelling, “f** me” Two weeks, she’ll be yelling, “f** me” Used to like orange ca**ette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie And Chuck E. Cheese’s pizzas, Jesus pieces, sing Jesus love me Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would f**ing hug me Oh, generation above me, yeah, I know you still remember me [Refrain] Cigarettes on cigarettes, cigarettes on cigarettes Cigarettes on cigarettes, cigarettes on cigarettes [Verse 2] I will smoke a little something but I don’t inhale Everywhere that I go, everywhere they be asking how’s it going Say the going gets well, go figure, Victor’s light skinned Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell, all praise to the God God knows he’s a pro, he’s a pro like COINTEL Check, checkmate, check me, take me to the bedroom Let me know me well, I mean normally You see Norma Jean wouldn’t kick it with Farmer Phil But these kids these days, they get so high Burn trees, smoke chlorophyll, ’til they can’t feel Got me feeling like Lauryn Hill, miseducated, my dick delegated Rap Bill Bellamy, they shoulda never made it Probably been dead or in jail Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz a**hole, absinthe up in that gla** Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bong We’re brain dead, take a tug and then pa**, then pa** [Bridge] I think we all addicted I think we all addicted, yeah I think we all addicted I think we all addicted [Refrain] Cigarettes on cigarettes, cigarettes on cigarettes Cigarettes on cigarettes, cigarettes on cigarettes [Chorus] Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it’s dank I miss my cocoa bu*ter kisses I miss my cocoa bu*ter kisses Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it’s dank Cocoa bu*ter kisses, I miss my cocoa bu*ter kisses, yeah