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cokeboy chris - we don't give a fuck lyrics

[chorus: sanna & chris]
oh no, pick another gun no
yeah we got the coke flow
money we don’t give a f+ck about it
hands up, if you about sun soon
and we never gon’ broke, money we don’t give a f+ck about it
we don’t, we don’t, we don’t
we don’t give a f+ck about it
we don’t, we don’t, we don’t
oh no, pick another gun no
yeah we got the coke flow
money we don’t give a f+ck about it

[verse 1: sanna]
just way his b+tches, nah don’t mind about his snitches
said i’m f+ck, then do the dishes
she don’t know he on my hit list
say i’m just riding and pay
only f+ck n+gga with braids
i don’t cook n+gga with bread’s
or black shades on my ash
they say i’m funny as h+ll, for b+tch you f+cking vеn
and i stunning for the sh+t will be worth my way
b+tch i got a problem, thеn i’m could flip, be that
coke boy, coke boy, coke boys n+gga
what you twerking with?
riding around and i’m taking n+gga
if i’m popping that, then i’m back n+gga
them big coke, that service sick
that baby brown, the purple sh+t
that cl!ck clack, got murder sh+t
young bunny gangsta, i swear that sick
her b+tch sick, he make the znid
keep h+lla chips, keep hating b+tch
[chorus]
oh no, pick another gun no
yeah we got the coke flow
money we don’t give a f+ck about it
hands up, if you about sun soon
and we never gon’ broke, money we don’t give a about it
we don’t, we don’t, we don’t
we don’t give a f+ck about it
we don’t, we don’t, we don’t
oh no, pick another gun no
yeah we got the coke flow
money we don’t give a f+ck about it

[verse 2: chris]
you got 60 racks in your pockets?
got a hundred grands on my jeans
tattoos on my arm, ain’t looking like jeezy
dealer but i’m still clean
put my hands is filthy, from the paper
bad boy, mmg gimme ima motherf+ckin coke boy
young muslim not jewish
knock them down for love boy
must be, should be, free my n+gga joe boy
coke boys flooded new york blocks before sandy
me and sanna, got the city like it’s blady
n+ggas trying to lock it, but i’m using now plan b
can’t n0body stop me
looking down on my bimmer, she make it clap she busting
riding around with nina, she said she like my hustle
call the family, i need 100k
trans money, from libya to the usa
my mexican girl, she gimme everything
love is real, i thought it was a lie
i know it’s haram
i just fall in love, please forgive me allah
[chorus]
oh no, pick another gun no
yeah we got the coke flow
money we don’t give a f+ck about it
hands up, if you about sun soon
and we never gon’ broke, money we don’t give a about it
we don’t, we don’t, we don’t
we don’t give a f+ck about it
we don’t, we don’t, we don’t
oh no, pick another gun no
yeah we got the coke flow
money we don’t give a f+ck about it

- cokeboy chris lyrics

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