[Foxy brown & nicki minaj]

Whole lotta gang shit

Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo chun

Uh, 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!

[Nicki minaj]

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.

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.

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 brown & nicki minaj]

Gimme some bloodclaat gunshots

Brooklyn where the fuck we at? flatbush, bed-stuy

That's my word to big, I'ma murder them rasclaats

All black chloe straps, gally I'ma skully to the back

Fuck my ratchet at? come make me dutty that

Puss dem I chat 'bout, back like I never left

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

King fox, king kong, back on my chun-li, 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 likkle pretty red bow

See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chugh!

Pussy whine chime, ay, ay, ay, ay

The bloodclaat this, the moet let me die

Them bitches in them bum-ass louis thigh highs

I'm on my clip, blue jeep, van herpen day-days (woah)

Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers

Y'all bitches dick riders

Little nicki's, little inga's, woah!

[Nicki minaj]

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, it's 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

Run a kartel, dem fi 'fraid vybz

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 billboard 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

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