Foxy Brown - Coco Chanel lyrics

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Foxy Brown - Coco Chanel lyrics

[Foxy Brown & Nicki Minaj:] Whole lotta gang sh** Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo Chun Uh, ayy yo Chun We back on that Coco sh** n***a number one, uh Whole lotta gang sh** Haha, every b**h 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 f** with po-po Numero uno, me llama Yoko Pull up in them thing things and them things fling n***as 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 c**aine 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 n***a 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 f** with po-po Numero uno, me llama Yoko Pull up in them thing things and them things fling n***as 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 f** 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 f** 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 b**hes bow down King fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, n***a Valentino bling thong, all y'all b**hes duck me, f** Nick, come f** 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! p**y whine chime, ay, ay, ay, ay The bloodclaat this, the Moet let me die Them b**hes in them bum-a** 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 b**hes 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 f** with po-po Numero uno, me llama Yoko Pull up in them thing things and them things fling n***as 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 f** 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. b**h, but I don't miss, b**h Got real shooters, better D up, guys Who me? I'm physically fine Who she? It's like we know she dyin' b**h ain't see Billboard in 2017 Had to drop Queen on 'em like a guillotine All these jealous b**hes 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