Lyrics:
the way we spell New York Yeah 'Cause I've got cokane running around my brain Cokane running around my brain Yeah I got cokane A whole lot of cokane
I'm out a sight you know. Because I'm Dynamite. I've got cokane running around my brain. I've got cokane running around my brain. I want to dig me soul
Call me Kurt Cokane We ain't cut from the same cloth I'll blast your glass house like propane I'm pro pain So now you can call me Kurt Cokane They
dirty skrt, I am on a bitch, she’s perfect. Cokane freeze me, I'm breeze it, Diamonds on me, don’t more me. Look at my wrist it’s dirty skrt, I am
on burning In my bloody brain I've got cokane running around my brain, I've got Cokane running around my brain I want to dig me Soul brothers
on burning In my bloody brain I've got cokane running around my brain, I've got Cokane running around my brain I want to dig me Soul brothers
on burning In my bloody brain I've got cokane running around my brain, I've got Cokane running around my brain I want to dig me Soul brothers
Yeah Yeah, yeah, CoKane (hahaha, you feel that?) (This for my down ass bicch) Uh yeh, big rabbit, yeah, yeah (down ass bitch) No gold rings,
Alphabetically stuck on that English And knock it out before we pour That sure shot more rock co.kane flow From the top of the key, the 3 Villain Been on in
alphabetically stuck on that English shit now, quick now, before we pour that sureshot pure Rock Co.Kane Flow From the top of the key, the 3 Villain Been on in
going down, bitch one time for Yung Joc One time for CoKane Cash, nigga off top One time for them (brrr), we got comin' by the flock, nigga One time
the jungle That's my brother Mr. Abel I'm Mr. Co-Kane thug Life in the rain, tank still on my chain( ya heard me) Cock together if you bout that ain't no time
you a thang Let's go Nah this love don't cost you a thang With so much more to obtain Cokane Uh Good news I woke up 9-2 High too Doc went, Kid spit
section Harp and Cokane straight Gold Chain Flexin' No dang question Hoes linin' up like a Soul Train session For role play sexin' We chillin' out in Vegas
Bang bang bang yuh Bang bang bang yuh Bang bang bang yuh Bang bang bang yuh I got thick white money doin cokane North pole wrist swole leakin
the dope game You can get it fast if a pump cokane Its rules to this shit Yeah it’s a cold game Mama shead tears when I nigga caught his first case You
the fame Pray to God through my chains Cokane whip game legend bitch Rick James Pot stir mixing ghee mail big dirp I'm cooling Whit a vixen She pump me
Red Dragon, Fan Hand ina di air Dirtsman、Simpleton & Bad babywaye DiDiDi Linger Cokane in my Brayne Blaka-t, Blaka, Demus, Blackadon, Blaka Ranks, Shaka
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