Chocolate (Explicit) 歌詞
Chocolate (Explicit) - Quavo/Takeoff/Young Thug/Gunna
Lyrics by：Kirsnick Khari Ball/Quavious Keyate Marshall
Composed by：Kirsnick Khari Ball/Quavious Keyate Marshall
Durel made the beat
I'ma rock with it
Rock with it
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
F**k my lil' money
I want a lil' mouth
Su'
Skeet on the couch and I'm out
Skeet
F**k that lil' s**t that you talking 'bout
Huh
My wrist worth a Bentley Bentayga now
Skrrt
F**k that lil' b***h
We gon' take her down
Smash
Ice on her wrist
Kissed the finger now
Ice
Big double cup with the pinky out
Double cup
Blue Benjis long like a slinky now
Locking in
You know the gang
We locking in
Locking in
Hustling
Yeah
Stuff your pockets in
Hustling
Jet with no passengers flyin' in
Gone
Yeah
Yeah
Popping s**t
Popping s**t
Lil' bro ain't gon' play when he popping it
Grrah
Ain't nothin' to say
No apologies
No
Get back to the trap on the wireless
Brrt
Brrt
Blessing the city
City
We going vacuum seal when we finish
You know the players like the racks skinny
Skinny
I'm talkin' all clean
Blue Benjis
You know I told your b***h if I'ma I spend it
Spend it
She gotta drop her top and show her titties
I got the thirty on me when I hit it
Hit it
I gave her ten to three
I told 'em
Split it
Forty-two with a little X
She gon' mix it
Woo
It's ice on both hands
Su'
Put 'em up
No violence
Freeze
Fire
Brrt
And start hearin' the sirens
Woo
Woo
They wanna go viral
You want to
Hop in my coupe
Drop the top of my roof
Pull off and skrrt my tires
Yeah
Skrrt
Bad b***hes
We hide 'em
Walk in the spot and we finna surprise 'em
Ooh
Que lo que
F**k my lil' money
I want a lil' mouth
Su'
Skeet on the couch and I'm out
Skeet
F**k that lil' s**t that you talking 'bout
Huh
My wrist worth a Bentley Bentayga now
Skrrt
F**k that lil' b***h
We gon' take her down
Smash
Ice on her wrist
Kiss the finger now
Ice
Big double cup with the pinky out
Double cup
Blue Benjis long like a slinky now
Locking in
You know the gang
We locking in
Locking in
Hustling
Yeah
Stuff your pockets in
Hustling
Jet with no passengers flyin' in
Gone
Yeah
Yeah
Popping s**t
Popping s**t
Lil' bro ain't gon' play when he popping it
Grrah
Ain't nothing to say
No apologies
No
Get back to the trap on the wireless
Brrt
Brrt
SEX
Lock in the bando
I don't need nothin' but water
The baking soda
Then I whip 'til it's harder
I popped out the crib with your lil' bitty daughter
I f**ked and then put that lil' ho on the MARTA
The Bentley
The 'Rari
I swap with the Benz
Parked the Rolls car
Then I hopped in sedan
I just had got that lil' b***h from my mans
So I was f**kin' that ho with my chain in my hand
All gold Rollie with an off-white tan
My son got a Saint Laurent ring on his hand
I just copped some molly
It was lookin' like sand
S**ttin' on you n***as
Wanna keep this s**t stainless
I was kickin' my s**t like Jackie Chan
Peanut butter wrist
F**k a n***a saying
Take it off his wrist
Serve a n***a strand
Look at my neck and my wrist from 'Pan
Big face Patek with a chocolate band
Yeah
Look at my wrist
Don't take no dance
Take no dance
Bought an aircraft
I landed on land
Land
Luger Lex flex
Two-hundred on sedan
Two-hundred
Thirty-five hundred on blue jean pants
Swag
Yeah
Chrome Heart brand
Chrome
Throw the money up
Barely pop another band
Pop another tag
B***h p***y poppin' on the stand
Woah
We red light
Green light
All of 'em getting ran
Skrrt
Pretty b***hes OD
And all of 'em getting ran
All of 'em getting ran
F**k all the police
Free my dawg out the can
Woah
Whip top off the V
Double cup in my hand
Skrrt
Big Dior IP
Drip in Louis V Vans
Uh
Looking at me like she wanna advance
Woah
I take one more pill and the rest will enhance
Young Wunna
Your man cost an arm and a leg
Arm and a leg
F**k my lil' money
I want a lil' mouth
Su'
Skeet on the couch and I'm out
Skeet
F**k that lil' s**t that you talking 'bout
Huh
My wrist worth a Bentley Bentayga now
Skrrt
F**k that lil' b***h
We gon' take her down
Smash
Ice on her wrist
Kissed the finger now
Ice
Big double cup with the pinky out
Double cup
Blue Benjis long like a slinky now
Locking in
You know the gang
We locking in
Locking in
Hustling
Yeah
Stuff your pockets in
Hustling
Jet with no passengers flyin' in
Gone
Yeah
Yeah
Popping s**t
Popping s**t
Lil' bro ain't gon' play when he popping it
Grrah
Ain't nothin' to say
No apologies
No
Get back to the trap on the wireless
Brrt
Brrt