Nicki Minaj, Foxy Brown - Coco Chanel lyrics

Whole lotta gang shit beatzz
Oh, uh, ugh, ayo, Chun, uh, ayo, Chun
We back on that Coco shit, nigga, number one
Uh whole lotta gang shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, girl
Oh, ayo, uh, Brooklyn!
Kick for my stomach, let's go!

Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco
Ellos quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe
Don’t fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things
And let them things fling
Niggas know my name ring
And it go "ding-ding"
If I get a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing
Ain't talkin’ 'bout the singer
The thing'll sting-sting

Ayo, if I'm in the Gurkha
Then they in the back of it
If I tell 'em eat food
Then they make a snack of it
If they take your cocaine
Then they making crack of it
If they yap your gold chain
Then they make a plaque of it
No, we never lack on it
Run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it
They gon' put the whack on it
She got the Nicki bundles
Word to Stack on it that's word to Brooknam
That's word to Bucktown
That’s word to Harlem World
Shout out to uptown
You know I shine on ’em, I spray sheen on 'em
That’s word to Southside, Jamaica
Queens on 'em i'm mad Queens on 'em
Runn mad schemes on ’em
I never scale back, the triple beams on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, Wu Tang creams on 'em
I pull up on the block
Bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em (Woop)
Hunnit degrees on 'em, but I freeze on 'em
A light breeze on 'em, I might breeze on 'em
Might do it like it's Christmas
And light trees on 'em
I see the copycats bitin' my steez on 'em

Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco
Ellos quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe
Don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things
And let them things fling
Niggas know my name ring
And it go "ding-ding"
If I get a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer
The thing'll sting-sting

Gimme some bloodclaat, gunshot
Brooklyn, where the fuck we at? Flatbush
Bed-Stuy that's my word to Big
I'ma murder them rasclaats
All black Chloe straps
Gally I'ma skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that
Puss dem I chat 'bout, back like I never left
Man down when I come 'round
All y'all bitches bow down
King Fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li
Nigga valentino bling thong, all y'all
Bitches duck me, fuck
Nick, come fuck it up, bad gyal a back it up
Coco 'pon my foot dem
C's pon my likkle pretty red bow
See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chugh!
Pussy whine chime, ay, ay, ay, ay
The bloodclaat this, the Moet let me die
Them bitches in them bum-ass
Louis thigh highs i'm on my clip, blue jeep
Van Herpen day days (Woah)
Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers
Y'all bitches dick riders
Little Nicki's, little Inga's, woah!

Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco
Ellos quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe
Don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things
And let them things fling
Niggas know my name ring
And it go "ding-ding"
If I get a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer
The thing'll sting-sting

Foxy plus one, it's me, young Chun
And we ah-guh fuck up the place and done
So tell 'em run, come and bring a lump sum
Ayo Fox, they don't make us or break us
Word to young guns put your hands up
Illest to ever do it, tell' em Fe recognize
Unuh Kartel, dem fi free up Vybz?
They call me Ms bitch, but I don't miss
Bitch got real shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm physically fine
Who she? Inside we know she dyin'
Bitch ain't see Billboard in 2017
Had to drop Queen on 'em like a guillotine
All these jealous bitches on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a jelly bean
Uh, uh uh, uh uh, uh uh (Mhm, mhm, ayy, ayy)
Uh, uh uh, uh uh, uh uh (Ihh, ihh, ayy, ayy)