After allah after family i ain't gon' front
Free Joe, Paperchaser
Whattup doe?
Coke Boy
So we good?

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[Verse 1: Cokeboy Chris]
Lay lows, they knows, kilos, Rolls Royce
Mami's light skins, dark skins when i say so
Sipping on this Brandy
Smoking on that Keisha
I riding around with my AK's, hookah and shesha
She sucking dick she nervous
Suck between the legs
She do now the wall show
She leave you cause you a rat
I need a freak in da morning
Freak in da evening
Even when I'm high, not Fat Joe not leaning
Walking thru London Bridge that's that Fergie life
White boy, gone wild
My NewYork ho's looking at my Crown
Cali ho's want the Aston Martin
Try to get Chris with a milli huh?
Your lil bitch can't buy us еven with a billi

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[Verse 2: Cokeboy Ock]
In the trap house just a rеal n***as
Whole lotta bitches, hit the whole liquors
Crib out in Bronx, No Def Jam records
So I take em' in the basement and yea I feel Jiggy
I don't hear n***as corny raps, yeah I feel Biggie
You little n***as do whatever make you feel niggy
Every time i around y'all something like fishy
I smell, i smell, i smell pussy!
Shawty bad, yeah she a star
I tell her bring it back like a DVR
Coke Boys, we bout to start
I tell her my dick can't breathe and she gon' give me CPR


Yeah, New York
Y'all be ready for that mad bomb
CB coming, Juheard?