Nash, Hall - Coke on the Mirror lyrics
[Nash, Hall - Coke on the Mirror lyrics]
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels
Loaded MAC hangin' from the chandelier
Nigga told on his people
He couldn't stand them years
Black got thirty for a big eight
Real stand-up nigga, spit in a pig's face
Audi R8 with the top missin'
Air Max, Scott Pippens, I was pot-whippin'
Show park ticket next to gold pots
Me, West, and Benny we the old LOX
Show me where the money at
Shotgun pellets where your stomach at
Left his brains on the countertop
Ugh, flew to Cali for the sour crop
Pigalle pullover reek of fishscale
SE the gang, you know the clique well
Shit fucked up, they got El Chapo
Ugh, bricks of boy comin' from Morocco
Mix the dope with the yola pack
Yeah, ridin' through your hood
With the loaded MAC kG9s with the red beam
Lock you in the scope
Shootin' from the mezzanine, huh
We the hardest in New York state
So much work made the Pyrex break (Huh)
Bodies on the MAC 90
Bar Harbor where you might find me
In the kitchen with the strap close
Mix the milk with the oils for the lactose
Giuseppe's with the gold bars, stars
Gettin' bales off the fuckin' boat
"When I start to count
We're going to start it right here
Make sure I'm all the way
Dead i'm going to come back
And make you my bitch"
Handlin' pots, hand to hand
Multi-colored tops
Scram and a yacht, dismantle your block
The Van Gogh hang over cots
Range Rover kickin' it with Lenox
Rose herringbones and Benz drops
Kingpins with ink pens
Used to rock tans creased up
With the wheat Timbs
Any rap nigga can get it rhyme superior
The plug had the coke on the mirror
Sniffin' coke out of blue money
On the corner gettin' Jew money
O's flippin, prolific, Rose sippin'
Rolls whippin', four-four to your forehead
Lift it flow sickest, so gifted
Bitches blow kisses, ocho for those slippers
(Ugh) the dope pictures
The four-four toast grippers
Pull up with a shooter, "There go the nigga
Now don't miss him"
(Lock and load, nigga) Young boy
All he wanna do is shoot
Hidin' bodies in abandos like
Chris and Snoop (Ha ha ha)
Forty to your face, get your nose wiped
(Wiped)
SE the gang, nigga, that's for life, yeah
(Gang)
Legit sE gang for motherfuckin' life
Loaded MAC hangin' from the chandelier
Nigga told on his people
He couldn't stand them years
Black got thirty for a big eight
Real stand-up nigga, spit in a pig's face
Audi R8 with the top missin'
Air Max, Scott Pippens, I was pot-whippin'
Show park ticket next to gold pots
Me, West, and Benny we the old LOX
Show me where the money at
Shotgun pellets where your stomach at
Left his brains on the countertop
Ugh, flew to Cali for the sour crop
Pigalle pullover reek of fishscale
SE the gang, you know the clique well
Shit fucked up, they got El Chapo
Ugh, bricks of boy comin' from Morocco
Mix the dope with the yola pack
Yeah, ridin' through your hood
With the loaded MAC kG9s with the red beam
Lock you in the scope
Shootin' from the mezzanine, huh
We the hardest in New York state
So much work made the Pyrex break (Huh)
Bodies on the MAC 90
Bar Harbor where you might find me
In the kitchen with the strap close
Mix the milk with the oils for the lactose
Giuseppe's with the gold bars, stars
Gettin' bales off the fuckin' boat
"When I start to count
We're going to start it right here
Make sure I'm all the way
Dead i'm going to come back
And make you my bitch"
Handlin' pots, hand to hand
Multi-colored tops
Scram and a yacht, dismantle your block
The Van Gogh hang over cots
Range Rover kickin' it with Lenox
Rose herringbones and Benz drops
Kingpins with ink pens
Used to rock tans creased up
With the wheat Timbs
Any rap nigga can get it rhyme superior
The plug had the coke on the mirror
Sniffin' coke out of blue money
On the corner gettin' Jew money
O's flippin, prolific, Rose sippin'
Rolls whippin', four-four to your forehead
Lift it flow sickest, so gifted
Bitches blow kisses, ocho for those slippers
(Ugh) the dope pictures
The four-four toast grippers
Pull up with a shooter, "There go the nigga
Now don't miss him"
(Lock and load, nigga) Young boy
All he wanna do is shoot
Hidin' bodies in abandos like
Chris and Snoop (Ha ha ha)
Forty to your face, get your nose wiped
(Wiped)
SE the gang, nigga, that's for life, yeah
(Gang)
Legit sE gang for motherfuckin' life