Gucci Mane - Cocaine Heavenly lyrics

Chorus: (??????) Ya Boy: Cocaine Heavenly Pushing & Peddling Money in the bank make dem b**hes jump in the bed wit me Diamonds on my neck got me glowin don't I look heavenly My rims 22 but my pockets look about 70 Baby you ain't heard I'm the hottest in California, no matter of fact I am the hottest n***a all over (?????) Come into a kitchen (?) Betty Crocker n***a ask I'm around I'm a Bay Area God Never been stabbed, shot, robbed, never been fried Applaud when you see me This is B.C.B. these b**hes askin bout me make em wonder bout me like Stevie They see me on the TV, Gucci jeans, DC Rockstar tatted like a subway in DC She got em B.C.B.G. We sippin Louie 1 3 Live from the West "How you doooin" It's YB (Chorus) Straight up out the Golden State Tattoos on my face Catch a n***a slippin put him on the First 48 s**a n***as known to hate Quiet if you holdin weight Snitch went out of hidin' Their talkin' will make you go away (????) Cut the crap, cut the check They want a slice of my pie and I ain't even cut it yet Sushi on the private jet Goons all up on the deck Lightin' up them choppers till they smokin like ciggarettes Touch ya like an IPhone, n***a this is my throne Rappers takin shots but they shootin wit they eyes closed Black Jordan Fives wit the beamer got LeBron soft Pinky ring, shinin chain, hangin like a pine cone Purple got my mind gone (??) Got designs on Flyer than the pilot, b**h I'm in anotha time zone Do it like a (??) hata I'm gon' get my grind on Diamond in the rough b**h (???)