Chance The Rapper, VIC MENSA, Twista - Cocoa Butter Kisses lyrics

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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 butter kisses
I miss my cocoa butter 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 butter kisses
(Kisses, kisses)
I miss my cocoa butter kisses

Okie dokie, alkie
Keep it low-key like Thor lil' bro
Or he'll go blow the loudy
Saudy of sour Saudi


Wiley up off peyote, wilin' 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 "Fuck me"
Two weeks she'll be yelling "Fuck me"
Used to like orange cassette
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 fucking 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

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 butter kisses
(Kisses, kisses)
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
Cigarettes on cigarettes
My mama think I stank (Innanet)
I got burn holes in my hoodies
All my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
(Kisses, kisses)
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Innanet)
(Kisses, kisses)

I will smoke a little something
But, I don't inhale
Everywhere that I go, everywhere
They be asking how's it going
Say the going's 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, checkmate, 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 shit
Shit-faced, faced it, 15 hit's 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
Asshole, absinthe, thumpin' that glass
Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bong
Rip, brain-dead, take a tug and then pass

I think we all addicted
Yeah, I think we all addicted
Really though, I think we all addicted (Yah)
I think we all addicted

Cigarettes on cigarettes
My mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my memories
My homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
(Kisses, kisses)
I think we all addicted (Kisses, 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 butter kisses
(Kisses, kisses)
I miss my cocoa butter kisses

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 drugs and a Uzi
That's the dual principle
Sometimes I'ma be about some hoes
Sometimes I'ma wanna make a movie
And when it come to rapping fast
I'm the Higgs Boson (yeah)
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 (What?) never scared of mean spirit's
Methamphetamine lyrics
Cooler like I'm off of 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 butter 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!

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 butter kisses
(Kisses, kisses)
I think we all addicted (Kisses, 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 butter kisses
(Kisses, kisses)
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
(Kisses, 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 butter kisses
I miss my cocoa butter kisses