ฟังเพลงCokewhite (Explicit)

Cokewhite (Explicit) - Pusha T/GoldLink

Lyrics by：D'Anthony Carlos/Richard Isong Oluwaranti/Sean Momberger/Kurtis McKenzie/Terrence Thornton

Composed by：D'Anthony Carlos/Richard Isong Oluwaranti/Sean Momberger/Kurtis McKenzie/Terrence Thornton

Pusha T：

Coke white cash got me feeling like Royce

Millionaire drug dealer raps

Uh yeah you leave me no choice

Show and tell

We don't need no toys y'all some p***y boys

If I say it you can see it

We don't need no toys y'all some p***y boys uh

Push

Pusha T：

Coke white Spyder coke white Rover

Coke white coke white no bakin' soda

Park a half a million on the curb just to show ya

You can be the mayor when the whole city owe ya

We 'bout it 'bout it like them No Limit Soldiers

This ice cream man kilos go for lower

The luggage is the new collab' duffle by Rimowa

The leather shoulder straps makes it easier for chauffeurs

The PJ's for six you better hope one is not your b***h

And drug dealers never been her niche

We compare wrists by the watch complication

We compare rich by who's more ostentatious

Diamonds lined up make a star constellation

And never talk numbers via phone conversations

I mix and match 'em platinum and gold links

A perfect combination like when Pusha and Gold link

Pusha and Gold link

Coke white cash got me feeling like Royce

Waiting uh um yeah you leave me no choice

We don't need no toys y'all some p***y boys

We don't need no toys y'all some p***y boys uh

Coke white cash got me feeling like Royce

Waiting uh um yeah you leave me no choice

We don't need no toys y'all some p***y boys

We don't need no toys y'all some p***y boys uh

GoldLink：

Yeah

N***a turned 24 I ain't pulled up in a Ghost

Lamborghini Centenario LP-700 you ain't know

I done seen so many come I done seen so many go

Pistol packing then I started trapping then I started rapping then I blowed

N***a take it on the chin Rick Rubin let me in

Saw me sitting on the bench Tunji told him put me in

Now I'm giving buckets out figure word of mouth think I'm from the South

Now I'm getting batline calls from the women that you dream about

Cold n***a

Yet I'm bold-hearted

Always remember where it all started

N***as thinkin' it was easy money 'til we came into it

And we made a market

Made selfmade millions rap hero turned villain

RCA made a monster new coat crocodilian

Do the song for the kids show these little motherf**kers how we living

Real drug dealer s**t trappin' out apartment buildings

Godd**n what a time what a time what a ride

Heard it only gets better even better more time

Godd**n what a time

Yeah

Project Pat：

Mr. pistol packing never slacking b***h killer killer

Mr. pistol packing never slacking b***h killer killer

Mr. pistol packing never slacking b***h killer killer

Mr. pistol packing never slacking b***h killer killer

GoldLink：

Big gun big gun n***a should've never let us in

Shawty let me brought a friend should've never brought a friend

Would I hit both teams Hmm that kind of all depends

'Cause money be the motive money be my girlfriend

I'm committed to the movement you committed to the wave

Yeah I know it get you paid but why you tatted on your face

All season every year we the ones they want to fear

Killing n***as like I do killing n***as or my peers

I don't give a f**k I just run amuck

I reiterate I just want the bucks

I just want the neck I ain't talkin' head

Big fat bed not a flatbed

Want the simple things kind of stripper things

That's on thicker things late at night things

Real vibe thing in the night with it

When I hit it girl all night with it

Godd**n what a time

GoldLink：

Yeah

IFFY FM