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Coke Like The 80's

Rick Ross

Hood Billionaire

4

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[Sample] Okay last time, this is drugs This is your brain on drugs Any questions? [Intro] Welcome home George Jung (RIP McBride) The real Boston George It's that Dade Country yayo shit Double MOB I'm finny take these pussy niggas down Beat Billionaire [Hook] I got coke like the 80's I got coke like the 80's, in my all white Mercedes I got coke like the 80's I got coke like the 80's, I got coke like the 80's I got coke like the 80's, I got coke like the 80's I got coke like the 80's, I got coke like the 80's I got coke like the 80's I got coke like the 80's, in my coke white Mercedes [Verse 1] All white, nigga, Big Ike, nigga Keep shooters with me, you'll call your gravesite nigga 15th Ave, miracle nigga Get these conch fritters fried, come and get a few nigga John Doe nigga, you know that convo, nigga Get you that weed and white, want you a combo nigga Checkmate with the sticks, identify by your kicks Welcome home to Skinner, already bought him a brick Boobie Gang was the clique, forever changed the game Bunky Brown was a legend, Wayne Parker the mane (Vonda) Carol City success, 183rd still a rout We live in the jungle, fishtanks in the house [Hook] [Verse 2] Bo dealin' nigga, oh really nigga? Bunche Park hot, it's a block full of killas Lil' Trav, nigga Execution upcomin', 'bout that lil' tab nigga River City they slide, aka homicide Rest in peace to the Goonies, one day we'll be eye to eye It is what it is, I left the vest at the crib Extended the clip, I'ma give 'em the biz Catch you jackin' your dick, now you fucked in the game Leave you flat on your back, where you lay was a stain A mil' in the hole is every real nigga goal And this uncut like Ochoa, they want your crumbs off the floor [Hook] [Verse 3] My new bitch, she a waitress, strip club is a trap Stick my dick in her pussy when she come sit on my lap Get that paper, my plug, he sent that pack from Bahamas It's uncut like the 80's, 17 still my number Candy paint on my donk, Jesus piece on my charm [?], she just wanted a bump Her man wanted a line, so I sold 'em a verse Sold a quarter for 9, and I sold 'em the vert Can't be takin' them trips, for that flea market whip Peep this Rollie fugazy, I'm sellin' game to a pimp Line up all of my bitches, head crack 'em and check 'em Even if she barefooted, I bet the streets gon' respect her [Hook]
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