Lyrics:
so, suck me just like Dracula
(Listen to this track, bitch)
Polo like a college boy, no, I'm not a college boy (no)
I am a So Icy boy, I'm tatted
block out the son?
Read my jacket, my achievements stretch like a warning track catch
The in-crazable voice box, I throw you boys rocks
Diamonds
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep
Seventy-five emcee's
mean a thing
I ain't Chi Ali
I bring them out with no ID
Them boys they bring them out like I'm T.I.P.
Come here girl
Let me creep in your
(ooh)
Now you act like you untrained (untrained)
[Coko - Verse Two]
You say you goin' to a party (goin' to a party)
I see you by the strip club (and
so, suck me just like Dracula
(Listen to this track, bitch)
Polo like a college boy, no, I'm not a college boy (no)
I am a So Icy boy, I'm tatted
and condition you.
Took over my city and I never asked permission to.
Started poppin bottles 'cause its ATL tradition to celebrate it by hard
Fuck a nigga so
happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga
street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac,
on tracks with Mos Def
When you call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z
I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and ooh
It come out
happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga
happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga
tonight
Man you can watch that tour bus go by
Sexy can I, just pardon my manners
Girl how you shake it, got a playa like (oh)
It's a Kodak moment, let
Where she at? MB
Man you see her photo loco, no pollo
Pretty girls on my timeline from J-Moe
Let me get it,
If they not we're re-twitting all my
Damn, these girls be all on me
Open those legs bon appetit
Gimme those toes when you lick them feet
Like doggy food, I'm pedigree
So hating blogs get off
And like Chicago winds, I was once a Street Disciple
Rockin' every Jordan shoe, Nike put out by Michael
That made me feel like I could fly, sometimes I
And its jumping from the free throw
Like MJ
Sees nothing pass by
Like Steve and Pass
Say boy you lightning fast
On the Utah Jazz
Like Dr. J shorts
My
place and loves the way I treat her
Singing out Aretha
All over the track like a feature
And never wants to sleep, I guess that I don't want to either
But
the
King upon his throne
I'm ready for their stones
I'll dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands
Above my head, head, head, like Jesus said
I'm
and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all Hawkin like Yusef
Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all Hawkin like Yusef
Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
These niggas don't beez in the trap
They like bees in this track
Just smoked out
I ain't talking 'bout what you toke out
Get choked out fo'rilly
I don't like to divide dough so I multiply flow and subtract maggots
Like a brand new Craftmatic, boy I'm back at it
Smokin' these new boys like my
the smoke like a hotbox
I came from the borough, I'm top spot
Got flows, now they want a photo when I rock shows
California in a 'Rari
California, that's
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