Na'el Shehade - Cocoa Butter Kisses lyrics

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Na'el Shehade - Cocoa Butter Kisses lyrics

[Hook 1: Chance the Rapper] 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 I miss my cocoa bu*ter kisses I miss my cocoa bu*ter kisses [Verse 1: Chance The Rapper] Okie dokie, alky, keep it lowkey 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 Tonight she just 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 Put Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would f**ing hug me Oh generation above me, I know you still remember me My afro look just like daddy's, y'all taught me how to go hunting (BLAM!) [Hook 1: Chance the Rapper] 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 I miss my cocoa bu*ter kisses I miss my cocoa bu*ter kisses [Verse 2: Vic Mensa] (Innanet) I will smoke a little something but I don't inhale Everywhere that I go, everywhere they be asking hows it going Say the goings 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, check mate, check me take me to the bedroom Like she 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 sh** sh**-faced, faced it, 15 hits on this L Elevated, train, and the craziest thing Got me feeling like Lauryn Hill, miseducated, my dick delegated Rap Bill Bellamy, they said I shoulda never made it Probably shoulda 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 Rip, brain dead, take a tug and then pa** [Bridge] I think we all addicted Yeah, I think we all addicted Really though, I think we all addicted I think we all addicted [Hook 2: Vic Mensa] Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa bu*ter kisses I think we all addicted [Hook 1: Chance the Rapper] 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 3: Twista] I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter - juicy Used to be in a jalabiya and a kufi Trying hard not to be addicted to a groupie I ended up on an album cover in a Coogi You see, I be still a God but a goofy You be flowing about d** and a Uzi That's the new principle, sometimes I'mma be about some hoes Sometimes I'mma wanna make a movie And when it come to rapping fast, I'm the Higgs Boson And though my style freakish I could still break your body down to five pieces like I did Voltron Cause I'm addicted to the craft and I be off a OG Know me, I'm the Obi-Wan Kenobi of the dope see Never scared of mean spirits, methamphetamine lyrics Cooler like I'm offa codeine, low key Don't be so judgmental, even though I'm reminiscing If I don't know what I miss is I'ma end up figuring out that it's home And my mother and my grandmother cocoa bu*ter kisses This is just a testament to the ones that raised me The ones that I praise and I'm thanking I need em but the chronic all up in my clothes And I wanna get a hug, and I can't cause I'm stanking Never too old for a spanking, igh [Hook 2: Vic Mensa] Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa bu*ter kisses I think we all addicted [Hook 1: Chance the Rapper] 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 I miss my cocoa bu*ter kisses I miss my cocoa bu*ter kisses [Prod. by Cam & Peter Cottontale] [Click here to watch the making of the beat with Cam]