Cocaine Lyrics
| Song | Cocaine |
| Artist | Joell Ortiz |
| Album | Free Agent |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Dear coke, what’s the deal, how you’ve been | |
| It been a little seconds since we getting it in | |
| You know I kinda abanded you but you know what | |
| This music shit was promising, Look I’m about to blow up | |
| But I remember huggin strip in my own trucks, tryin’ to get more bucks | |
| dodging them gold trucks | |
| we had it so sewn up, you ain’t get no cut, still you pump for me | |
| You was happy that we both lived conformably | |
| what up with doping them niggas they still getting squashed they had the whole block | |
| itching like the chicken pot, hey yo cook remember we used to get in the pot | |
| Comeing out acting hard how many trees that nigga got | |
| Like how many ways to get money yah niggas got | |
| And I’ll be down I suppost to six o’clock, but no | |
| It’s been me and my dudes since day one, | |
| we ain't looking for partners, step up the game son | |
| Sometimes I wonder if you miss me, man I miss you | |
| Even though that life is riskier | |
| (Cocaine). | |
| My due when push come to shove | |
| The reason all those police clowns looking the club | |
| When they stop the V, heard you’re f*cking with Kiesha | |
| You let her start f*cking with you, I know whats a brother to do | |
| She was always snipping around, since back in the day | |
| she of age now she know the mind games you play | |
| I know I got a feelin’ running back for more | |
| Knowing you dirty ass you probably ran up in there raw | |
| So she open, me I’m still dating this music | |
| Take all my time and these girls ain’t got patience | |
| But f*cking b*tches what’s about with this snitches | |
| These niggas telling must be a new day | |
| Use to lose your to pays for yellin’ | |
| glad that I ain't a fellon cause they'll never catch you with me | |
| If they only that you had grew up a quarter a week | |
| I'd of been up on the phone up north ordering briefs | |
| sweat pants and somthing with and chaws on the feet | |
| But they didn't it, could of been different | |
| I thought about that while this kite was being written | |
| (Cocaine). | |
| Guess what I’m tryin to say is I’m done | |
| We had fun, not to sound like jerk but I won | |
| I’m doing things the right way ‘cause you showed me wrong | |
| The people bump my stories when I'm throwing on the song | |
| Imma ride this thing out into the motter gone | |
| And when the road get bumpy I'm still holding on | |
| Till I’m about to the project grass gotta mow the loan | |
| sky is the limit but you know Joe trying to go beyond | |
| But God forbid that I dont work I never went soft, I’m back in the hood | |
| Picking right off where we left off | |
| This is a heads up dont count me out dog | |
| If things don’t go right I'm going left like a south claw | |
| back to punching dudes in the face and tryna mouth off | |
| Serveing all the fiends that we trying to get they couch off | |
| Hey yo coke don't forget about the kid | |
| might need you here one day If I happen to get out the buiss | |
| never forgot where I came from | |
| where I first started to scoop my little bit of change from (Cocaine) | |
| that’s his name son. |
| Dear coke, what' s the deal, how you' ve been | |
| It been a little seconds since we getting it in | |
| You know I kinda abanded you but you know what | |
| This music shit was promising, Look I' m about to blow up | |
| But I remember huggin strip in my own trucks, tryin' to get more bucks | |
| dodging them gold trucks | |
| we had it so sewn up, you ain' t get no cut, still you pump for me | |
| You was happy that we both lived conformably | |
| what up with doping them niggas they still getting squashed they had the whole block | |
| itching like the chicken pot, hey yo cook remember we used to get in the pot | |
| Comeing out acting hard how many trees that nigga got | |
| Like how many ways to get money yah niggas got | |
| And I' ll be down I suppost to six o' clock, but no | |
| It' s been me and my dudes since day one, | |
| we ain' t looking for partners, step up the game son | |
| Sometimes I wonder if you miss me, man I miss you | |
| Even though that life is riskier | |
| Cocaine. | |
| My due when push come to shove | |
| The reason all those police clowns looking the club | |
| When they stop the V, heard you' re f cking with Kiesha | |
| You let her start f cking with you, I know whats a brother to do | |
| She was always snipping around, since back in the day | |
| she of age now she know the mind games you play | |
| I know I got a feelin' running back for more | |
| Knowing you dirty ass you probably ran up in there raw | |
| So she open, me I' m still dating this music | |
| Take all my time and these girls ain' t got patience | |
| But f cking b tches what' s about with this snitches | |
| These niggas telling must be a new day | |
| Use to lose your to pays for yellin' | |
| glad that I ain' t a fellon cause they' ll never catch you with me | |
| If they only that you had grew up a quarter a week | |
| I' d of been up on the phone up north ordering briefs | |
| sweat pants and somthing with and chaws on the feet | |
| But they didn' t it, could of been different | |
| I thought about that while this kite was being written | |
| Cocaine. | |
| Guess what I' m tryin to say is I' m done | |
| We had fun, not to sound like jerk but I won | |
| I' m doing things the right way ' cause you showed me wrong | |
| The people bump my stories when I' m throwing on the song | |
| Imma ride this thing out into the motter gone | |
| And when the road get bumpy I' m still holding on | |
| Till I' m about to the project grass gotta mow the loan | |
| sky is the limit but you know Joe trying to go beyond | |
| But God forbid that I dont work I never went soft, I' m back in the hood | |
| Picking right off where we left off | |
| This is a heads up dont count me out dog | |
| If things don' t go right I' m going left like a south claw | |
| back to punching dudes in the face and tryna mouth off | |
| Serveing all the fiends that we trying to get they couch off | |
| Hey yo coke don' t forget about the kid | |
| might need you here one day If I happen to get out the buiss | |
| never forgot where I came from | |
| where I first started to scoop my little bit of change from Cocaine | |
| that' s his name son. |
| Dear coke, what' s the deal, how you' ve been | |
| It been a little seconds since we getting it in | |
| You know I kinda abanded you but you know what | |
| This music shit was promising, Look I' m about to blow up | |
| But I remember huggin strip in my own trucks, tryin' to get more bucks | |
| dodging them gold trucks | |
| we had it so sewn up, you ain' t get no cut, still you pump for me | |
| You was happy that we both lived conformably | |
| what up with doping them niggas they still getting squashed they had the whole block | |
| itching like the chicken pot, hey yo cook remember we used to get in the pot | |
| Comeing out acting hard how many trees that nigga got | |
| Like how many ways to get money yah niggas got | |
| And I' ll be down I suppost to six o' clock, but no | |
| It' s been me and my dudes since day one, | |
| we ain' t looking for partners, step up the game son | |
| Sometimes I wonder if you miss me, man I miss you | |
| Even though that life is riskier | |
| Cocaine. | |
| My due when push come to shove | |
| The reason all those police clowns looking the club | |
| When they stop the V, heard you' re f cking with Kiesha | |
| You let her start f cking with you, I know whats a brother to do | |
| She was always snipping around, since back in the day | |
| she of age now she know the mind games you play | |
| I know I got a feelin' running back for more | |
| Knowing you dirty ass you probably ran up in there raw | |
| So she open, me I' m still dating this music | |
| Take all my time and these girls ain' t got patience | |
| But f cking b tches what' s about with this snitches | |
| These niggas telling must be a new day | |
| Use to lose your to pays for yellin' | |
| glad that I ain' t a fellon cause they' ll never catch you with me | |
| If they only that you had grew up a quarter a week | |
| I' d of been up on the phone up north ordering briefs | |
| sweat pants and somthing with and chaws on the feet | |
| But they didn' t it, could of been different | |
| I thought about that while this kite was being written | |
| Cocaine. | |
| Guess what I' m tryin to say is I' m done | |
| We had fun, not to sound like jerk but I won | |
| I' m doing things the right way ' cause you showed me wrong | |
| The people bump my stories when I' m throwing on the song | |
| Imma ride this thing out into the motter gone | |
| And when the road get bumpy I' m still holding on | |
| Till I' m about to the project grass gotta mow the loan | |
| sky is the limit but you know Joe trying to go beyond | |
| But God forbid that I dont work I never went soft, I' m back in the hood | |
| Picking right off where we left off | |
| This is a heads up dont count me out dog | |
| If things don' t go right I' m going left like a south claw | |
| back to punching dudes in the face and tryna mouth off | |
| Serveing all the fiends that we trying to get they couch off | |
| Hey yo coke don' t forget about the kid | |
| might need you here one day If I happen to get out the buiss | |
| never forgot where I came from | |
| where I first started to scoop my little bit of change from Cocaine | |
| that' s his name son. |
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