Coco Chanel Lyrics - Nicki Minaj

Whole lotta gang shit 

Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo Chun 

Ayy yo Chun 

We back on that Coco shit nigga number one, uh 

Whole lotta gang shit 

Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, you heard me 

Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn! 

Kick for my stomach, let's go! 

Yo! 

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la coco 

Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco 

Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po 

Numero uno, me llama Yoko 

Pull up in them thing things and them things fling 

Niggas know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding" 

If I get an inkling, the thing'll sing-sing 

Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting 

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Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, then they in the back of it 

If I tell 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it 

If they take your cocaine then they make a crack of it 

If they grab your gold chain then they make a plaque of it 

Know we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it 

Put a couple racks on it, they gon' put the whack on it 

She got the Nicki bundles, worth a stack on it 

That's word to Brook' now, that's word to Bucktown 

That's word to Harlem World, shout out to uptown 

You know I shine on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em 

That's word to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em 

I'm mad Queens on 'em, with mad schemes on 'em 

I never scale back, the triple beams on 'em 

My ice gleams on 'em, Wu-Tang creams on 'em 

I pull up on the block bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em 

A nigga greased on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em 

I light breezed on 'em, I might breeze on 'em 

Might do it like it's Christmas and light trees on 'em 

I see the copycats bitin' my steez on 'em 

Photos 

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la coco 

Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco 

Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po 

Numero uno, me llama Yoko 

Pull up in them thing things and them things fling 

Niggas know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding" 

If I get an inkling, the thing'll sing-sing 

Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting 

Gimme some bloodclaat gunshots 

Brooklyn where the fuck we at? 

Flatbush, Bed-Stuy 

That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclats 

All black Chloe straps, caliento skully to the back 

Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dirty that 

spit on my chest, back like I never left 

Went down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down 

King fox, King Kong, back on my Trini, nigga 

Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches duck me, fuck 

Nick, come fuck it up, bad gyal a back it up 

Coco 'pon my foot dem, C's pon my licka 

Pretty red boots, see them box but I never see them chop 

They say want try I-I-I-I 

The bloodclaat this, them mowin' up my day 

Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs 

On my clip, blue chip get hooked in bright eyes 

Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers 

Y'all bitches dick riders 

Little Nicki's, little Inga 

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la coco 

Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco 

Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po 

Numero uno, me llama Yoko 

Pull up in them thing things and them things fling 

Niggas know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding" 

If I get an inkling, the thing'll sing-sing 

Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting 

Foxy plus one is me, young Chun 

And me, I can fuck up the place, I'm done 

So tell 'em run, come and bring a lump sum 

Ayo Fox, they don't make us or break us, word to young guns 

Put your hands up 

Unless they ever do it, tell' em fi recognize 

On a cartel dem fi fi real vibes 

They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch 

Got real shooters, better D up, guys 

Who me? I'm physically fine 

Who she? It's like we know she dyin' 

Bitch ain't see the board in 2017 

Had to drop Queen on 'em like a guillotine 

All these jealous bitches on the jelly team 

Keepin' it a hundred, that's a jelly bean 

Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh 

Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh