Rich Amiri - Coke lyrics

Amiri Dexter Chase

[Rich Amiri - Coke lyrics]

Keep your tummy low and these bitches got
Me stressin', stressin', stressin'
Had to learn my lesson, my lesson, my lesson
Keep my Smith & Wesson, Wesson, Wesson
I'ma fuck her best friend, best friend, uh
Ayy, oh yeah ayy, oh yeah
Yeah, uh

They treat me like the GOAT, white bitch
White nose
She see my posts, she hope that I die slow
My opps do the most
We be dancin' on they toes
We the ones that got 'еm jiggas
Put 'em to the roof
Double C on my bеlt, you rockin' PacSun
Jugg that boy for his racks
Now his racks gone
And we got 'em sticks, we ain't fight
This ain't TEKKEN i just fucked this bitch
Now we movin' to the next one
I just fucked this ho
I ain't nothin' though
Tryna fight with gang
Leave you with a bloody nose
And you wan' fly with the
Gang, better bring your buddies, ho
Bullets flyin' out your body
Better keep your tummy low
And these bitches got
Me stressin', stressin', stressin'
Had to learn my lesson, my lesson, my lesson
Keep my Smith & Wesson, Wesson, Wesson
I'ma fuck her best friend, best friend, uh

Treat me like I'm the GOAT
I think I am one, uh
Pourin' the motherfuckin' four
I'm really on one
You keep on talkin' 'bout smoke
But you don't want none
Break it and take it to bed, you servin' the

They treat me like the GOAT, white bitch
White nose
She see my posts, she hope that I die slow
My opps do the most
We be dancin' on they toes
We the ones that got 'еm jiggas
Put 'em to the roof
Double C on my bеlt, you rockin' PacSun
Jugg that boy for his racks
Now his racks gone
And we got 'em sticks, we ain't fight
This ain't TEKKEN i just fucked this bitch
Now we movin' to the next one
I just fucked this ho
I ain't nothin' though
Tryna fight with gang
Leave you with a bloody nose
And you wan' fly with the
Gang, better bring your buddies, ho
Bullets flyin' out your body
Better keep your tummy low
And these bitches got
Me stressin', stressin', stressin'
Had to learn my lesson, my lesson, my lesson
Keep my Smith & Wesson, Wesson, Wesson
I'ma fuck her best friend, best friend, uh
They treat me like the GOAT, white bitch
White nose
She see my posts, she hope that I die slow
My opps do the most
We be dancin' on they toes
We the ones that got 'em jiggas
Put 'em to the roof
Double C on my belt, you rockin' PacSun
Jugg that boy for his racks
Now his racks gone
And we got 'em sticks, we ain't fight
This ain't TEKKEN i just fucked this bitch
Now we movin' to the next one
I just fucked this ho
I ain't nothin' though
Tryna fight with gang
Leave you with a bloody nose
And you wan' fly with the
Gang, better bring your buddies, ho
Bullets flyin' out your body
Better keep your tummy low
And these bitches got
Me stressin', stressin', stressin'
Had to learn my lesson, my lesson, my lesson
Keep my Smith & Wesson, Wesson, Wesson
I'ma fuck her best friend, best friend, uh

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