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bad tapout - j-coca lyrics

alotta gualla, (yeah)
they ain’t bout a dolla? i ain’t tryin’ to holla
if you hatin’ you just need some d-ck
she f-cked up when he gave her some d-ck
he said i f-ck you better than that other n-gga
he say honey i’m ’bout to c-m, i say i’m comin’ wit ya
she got that million dollar
million dollar ooh ohh
million dollar p-ssy, million dollar p-ssy
don’t let me tell ya twice, already told you once
(eat that p-ssy!)
who got that baddest p-ssy on the planet?
d-boyz love me, they don’t understand it
million dollar p-ssy might pounce on that -ss
threw them hundreds until i lose count on that -ss
max out all of them accounts on that -ss
million dollar checks don’t bounce on that -ss
pull up in that you can’t afford this
only rap b-tch on the forbes list
p-ssy jewelry make em say burr man
r-r-r-rubs hands like birdman

these b-tches love sosa,n-ggas love coca
out here with my soldiers,there ain’t sh-t like coca
listen b-tch i’m loca, i’m so f-ckin’ loca
these b-tches love sosa,n-ggas love coca

(laughs) half a bar just to laugh at ’em

all them n-ggas love cocaine
i ain’t sayin’ no names
half of you n-ggas got no game
i just want money i don’t need fame
i ain’t f-ckin’ suck n0body, with yo’ b-tch -ss
this what hustle is, you fake -ss b-tch i did that
d-mn i use to be broke as sh-t, we focused b-tch we know our sh-t
the golden kid i’mma go with it,so the queen turned gold so i’mma go with it
why you talkin’ but you ain’t come to my face
a hunned’ f-ckin’ asians out here finna’ hit yo’ place (b-tch)
i signed myself, f-ck a deal i signed myself
all by myself, i try myself and i hustle till i got by myself
you jealous, it’s nothing you can tell us
so don’t act like you just realer
my name coca, f-ck yo’ dealer b-tch

did these n-ggas fall and bump their little heads
i got ’em like, ah, which one of them i’mma dead
i’ve had my highs, i’ve had my lows
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, tell that n-gga not to drink no mo’
thinkin’ that he hot, he really just so-so
that’s just a ridiculous m-f-
f-ck i look like (all that)
pull up in the (all black)
suede on my (floormat)
bad b-tch (format)
rosé (call that)
don’t expect a (call back)

- j coca lyrics

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