Coke Boy Knot Lyrics - Chinx Drugz

Nigga walk up in the spot 

Wearing that same shit Jesus used to wear (Egyptian cloths) 

The other nigga talking that fly shit 

(La musica de Harry Fraud) 

Could have been a pilot, could have been a doctor 

Could have been a pimp, could have been a mobster 

Could have been a mack, could have been a dope boy 

Homie matter of fact, I'm a motherfuckerin' coke boy 

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy 

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy 

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy 

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy 

Hey yo Chinx, pull that shit back man 

They ain't ready for that shit 

Harry Fraud you a motherfuckin' problem boy, damn 

Nigga walk up in the spot 

Wearing that same shit Jesus used to wear (Egyptian cloths) 

The other nigga talking that fly shit 

(La musica de Harry Fraud) 

Could have been a pilot, could have been a doctor 

Could have been a pimp, could have been a mobster 

Could have been a mack, could have been a dope boy 

Homie matter of fact, I'm a motherfuckerin' coke boy 

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy 

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy 

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy 

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy 

Rallies on the roll, prezies never fold 

Mommy, you ain't got to take a vote to hit the pole 

Just bounce it up and down, spread it all around 

Hit the homies off, pass it all around 

I'm talking about the money, I'm talking about them m's 

I'm talking about the rollie, 67 pins 

Few homies with me, couple in the Benz 

Shawty said I'm foul, she heard I hit her friends 

Rocks in your bake pot, starting from a dope spot 

Made my first couple hundred whipping on a stove top 

Me and Frenchie, in that new ghost Phantom 

Comfy where I'm at, but I could have been a, could have been a 

Could have been a pilot, could have been a doctor 

Could have been a pimp, could have been a mobster 

Could have been a mack, could have been a dope boy 

Homie matter of fact, I'm a motherfuckerin' coke boy 

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy 

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy 

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy 

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy 

Any given time, bands in your grill 

Ten toes down, both hands on the feel 

Probably on a molly, probably on some syrup 

They know I'm putting off, on the bleachers hoes cheer us 

City on my back, lames in the wind 

Coupe like a shark, know you lames see the fin 

Treadin' up-shore, these hoes won't swim 

My wrists be the bait, the fish getting in 

Knocked out her tube sock, gave the whole crew whops' 

Shine on the game like your head when the roof drop 

A bum then, and you're still a bum now 

Always been a clown, but you could have been a, could have been a 

Could have been a pilot, could have been a doctor 

Could have been a pimp, could have been a mobster 

Could have been a mack, could have been a dope boy 

Homie matter of fact, I'm a motherfuckerin' coke boy 

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy 

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy 

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy 

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy 

Go ahead, baby, go ahead, baby 

Go ahead, baby, go ahead, baby