Coodie Breeze - Chandelier lyrics
[Coodie Breeze - Chandelier lyrics]
See that chain from Cuba (Uh)
Casually connecting (Yeah)
Never diss the set
Bulletshells'll be up on they chest
(Buh buh, what?)
Nigga, niggas wanna hit my bitch (Buh buh)
She ain't havin' sex (Hell nah)
But you know I got some history
On them walls, them hieroglyphs
(Shyne, yeah, I did that)
40 sit off in the cooler (Buh)
Imac these hoes like computing (Go)
Hit a lick on that nigga
Then hit another on his jeweler
(Twenty racks) i run up in they pad
Shoot eight niggas in they head (Buh)
Now that's eight candles lit for
Them niggas like Hanukkah (RIP)
And if you are a shooter (Bang)
Is dependent on your future (Pew-pew, uh)
But I know my missiles'll
Have you in position (Yeah! Yeah)
Like Kama Sutra (Uh, yeah)
A lot of y'all won't understand
'Cause you are not a user
(Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Up that shit and cool my defuser
(What? What? Gas, yeah)
It's time to get some new, huh (Woo)
It's crucial niggas movin' funny just like
(Ayy, yeah, brrt)
Now you next to turn pale in the face
You Michael Jackson Jr (Hee hee, uh)
Sooner (What?) or later (What?)
This dope in these calculators (Yeah! Yeah)
All this gold and purple (Yeah)
Niggas thinkin' that I'm on the Lakers
(Yeah, skrrt-swish)
Them feelings in the bottle
I wish to be Aristotle (Yeah)
And what y'all call swag I call Aeropostale
(Yeah, uh)
Casually connecting (Yeah)
Never diss the set
Bulletshells'll be up on they chest
(Buh buh, what?)
Nigga, niggas wanna hit my bitch (Buh buh)
She ain't havin' sex (Hell nah)
But you know I got some history
On them walls, them hieroglyphs
(Shyne, yeah, I did that)
40 sit off in the cooler (Buh)
Imac these hoes like computing (Go)
Hit a lick on that nigga
Then hit another on his jeweler
(Twenty racks) i run up in they pad
Shoot eight niggas in they head (Buh)
Now that's eight candles lit for
Them niggas like Hanukkah (RIP)
And if you are a shooter (Bang)
Is dependent on your future (Pew-pew, uh)
But I know my missiles'll
Have you in position (Yeah! Yeah)
Like Kama Sutra (Uh, yeah)
A lot of y'all won't understand
'Cause you are not a user
(Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Up that shit and cool my defuser
(What? What? Gas, yeah)
It's time to get some new, huh (Woo)
It's crucial niggas movin' funny just like
(Ayy, yeah, brrt)
Now you next to turn pale in the face
You Michael Jackson Jr (Hee hee, uh)
Sooner (What?) or later (What?)
This dope in these calculators (Yeah! Yeah)
All this gold and purple (Yeah)
Niggas thinkin' that I'm on the Lakers
(Yeah, skrrt-swish)
Them feelings in the bottle
I wish to be Aristotle (Yeah)
And what y'all call swag I call Aeropostale
(Yeah, uh)