Nacho Picasso & Blue Sky Black Death - Coke Hyena | Текст песни

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• Nacho Picasso & Blue Sky Black Death
• Coke Hyena

[Hook]
Cocaine, cocaína, yayo
Coco, P, whatever you wanna say, bro

[Verse 1]
I'm a show off, I show out
I'm like Webby's haircut, I'm blowed out
It's a snow day, took the snow route
Got a snow bunny, like it's cold out
Try to hold out, bitch, we don't go out
I got a gold mouth, bitch, what you know about?
Fish scale — clam chowder
Took a sniff and said wowzers because my pack's louder
Perhaps your bitch Debbie Downer because she lacks powder
I got max power and I lack doubters
I'm talking soft now, not Roc Nation
Sniff a little off my cock, you Caucasian
Black-facing in this crooked ass cop nation
Just raw tasting and hot rod racing
Screaming "Fuck's satan!", they still call us Masons
I got dumb swag, California Raisins

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
She say I hurt her stomach, like a bad meal
Shot a movie with your girl, here the gag reel
She sniff hella blow — pop mad pills
She say she's happy being fake, she get mad real
I got old game, bitch Neo Geo
Money is a must, bitch we the B.O
I got packs man, nigga Filipinos
Break a couple kilos and drink a Pellegrino
Favorite letter in the alphabet: El Amino
I got a fat bitch hanging out the El Camino
All we do is kick it, Tae Kwon Dope, Key-Ra-Te
No middle man, I'm copping from the CIA
Shaved a white girl myself and called her GI Jane
I ain't really got a limp, but let me see the cane
I ain't been in love, since we lost Selena
I'm the lion king, lining up my coke hyenas

[Hook]

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