Coca Coca - Gucci Mane, Nicki Minaj, Waka Flocka Flame

Coca Coca - Gucci Mane, Nicki Minaj, Waka Flocka Flame

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Burrrprint (2) HD
Год
2010
Язык
`英語`
Длительность
528060

以下は曲の歌詞です Coca Coca 、アーティスト - Gucci Mane, Nicki Minaj, Waka Flocka Flame 翻訳付き

歌詞 " Coca Coca "

原文と翻訳

Coca Coca

Gucci Mane, Nicki Minaj, Waka Flocka Flame

Coca, coca, coca cola

«yayo bought me everythang»

Yulla, yulla, baking soda «cocaine is my girlfriend"boila, boila, boilin water «damn I gotta forced game"snorta, snorta make an offer

«no prob I could cook it for ya»

Mi casa su casa partna

«my partnas get stupid guallas»

Retail shops and beauty parlors

To «cover up these dirty dollas»

Mi casa su casa partna

«my partnas get stupid guallas»

Detail shops and beauty parlors

To «cover up these dirty dollas»

(Gucci)

Mi casa su casa partna

Mi casa so full of rahstas

More ganja then reefer farmers

You couldn’t see me with binoculars

White girl with me;

Cindy Lauper

Multi deep like frank sinatra

Gave 10 birds to waka flocka

Told him drop em moreland plaza

Whoozy like the morning after try me then yo skull get fractured

Ransom yo lil hansom son

So sad yo that first daughter captured

Gucci hot as boiling water

My pack just came cross the border

Yo girlfriends a major snorter

But dat bitch ain’t worth a quarter

Don’t give that anotha thoughta

If you serve me and you shorta

Ounce a half a eigth a quarter

Send my goons to do the slaughter

Hustle hard got from my father

Take no shit got from my mother

Never snitched and never will

I put dat on my baby brother

Coca, coca, coca cola

«yayo bought me everythang»

Yulla, yulla, baking soda «cocaine is my girlfriend"boila, boila, boilin water «damn I gotta forced game"snorta, snorta make an offer

«no prob I could cook it for ya»

Mi casa su casa partna

«my partnas get stupid guallas»

Retail shops and beauty parlors

To «cover up these dirty dollas»

Mi casa su casa partna

«my partnas get stupid guallas»

Retail shops and beauty parlors

To «cover up these dirty dollas»

(Rocko)

In the kitchen with Patrick Swayze

Me and the yay is dirty dancing

Drop a gold deuce and it white just like some Louie Glass

Stupid Brick Squad chickens in stankin' thru the plastic

Gettin 'em in and gettin' em gone, definition of a trapper

I’m the hottest thing walkin' around in East Atlanta

So I’m like a baby, shittin' like a damn pamper

They hatin' my swag, cause these bars is Alaska

Hip-hop police got me workin' under the scanner

Coca cola where’s the water?

Watch this doe I serve this order

One on the window, cuz the police just might smell this odor

Barber shops and beauty parlors, just to cover dirty dollars

White girl was super dirty, so I put her in the shower

Soo Wooo!

To the B Gang, it’s a G thang, see me,

I’m eyeball shorty

Gucci got the work and Flock got the 40

Work the wheels, and hold the gun

Smoke on my pistol, I wish you’d run

Nigga want some, like which one?

100-round chopper or the handgun

Heard that I ain’t never lost none

I got nicks and dimes you want some

I’m a legend in the hood like Big Pun

Got bales of the mid you want some, I got them

Waka Flocka, Flocka Waka, midgrade bought me everything

I’m gudda gudda, gudda gudda, I put that shit on Gucci Mane

Brick Squad is what the fuck I claim

Goom y’all niggas off the chain (Loony)

Lookin' like he want my chain, I smoke him like some Mary Jane

And shorty that shit real talk… And shorty that shit real talk!

Shawty Lo:

Shawty Lo call me Escobar, they try to retire me like the great Brett Favre

Still got no wife, but the white be my girlfriend

We be naked, fuckin' with my girlfriend (haha)

Yeah, we share that bitch, got Waka Flocka, Gucci, Rocko in that bitch

Still in the kitchen, flickin' the wrist

And I’m still on the highway, takin' the risk

Back and forth, from the 1 and the 6

Ridin' I20 with a bunch of them bricks

Eh, from the 1 and the 6

Ridin' I20, all white bricks

(Nicki)

I got that hard Gucc, these bitches easy

I got that cold flu, that itchy sneezy

You in that Mitsubishi, I’m in that Bentley GT

I’m takin' trips with Papi, you walkey-talkey copy?

I got them pookie (?) fiends, might rock some Juciy jeans, I mean some Juicy

sweats;

maybe some blue Giuseppes

I play foul;

no free-throw

Bitch I ball no?

show, dat ass;

no peep-show???

pronto?, water-front condo

Daughter, son?;

watchin' Telemondo!

Flyer than a rocket, money in my polly-pocket

Wha chyoo coppin'?

Put that in my Pippy Long Stockings bitch!

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