Songtext Ima cokeboy Coke Boys

Ima cokeboy

[feat. French Montana]

Could have been a parlor, could have been a doctor,
Could have been a pimp, could have been a master,
Could have been a vet, could have been a door boy,
But in matter of fact, I'm a motherfucker coke boy.

You wiggle in the habit, I'm a motherfucker coke boy
You wiggle in the habit, I'm a motherfucker coke boy
You wiggle in the habit, I'm a motherfucker coke boy
You wiggle in the habit, I'm a motherfucker coke boy.

Nigga woke up in the spot with that same shit Jesus used to wear
You, nigga, talking that flat shit.

Could have been a parlor, could have been a doctor,
Could have been a pimp, could have been a master,
Could have been a vet, could have been a door boy,
But in matter of fact, I'm a motherfucker coke boy.

You wiggle in the habit, I'm a motherfucker coke boy
You wiggle in the habit, I'm a motherfucker coke boy
You wiggle in the habit, I'm a motherfucker coke boy
You wiggle in the habit, I'm a motherfucker coke boy.

Rallies on the roll, pressies never fall
Mommy, you ain't got to take a fall to hit the pole
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 ims
I'm talking about them rolling, 67 pins
Few homies with me, couple in the pins
Shawty said I'm foul, she heard I hit her friends.
Rock singing t pops, starting from a gold spot,
Made my first couple hundred whipping on a sold top.
Me and friends, she got that new girls' venom
Comfy where I'm at, but I could have been a, could have been a

Could have been a parlor, could have been a doctor,
Could have been a pimp, could have been a master,
Could have been a vet, could have been a door boy,
But in matter of fact, I'm a motherfucker coke boy.

You wiggle in the habit, I'm a motherfucker coke boy
You wiggle in the habit, I'm a motherfucker coke boy
You wiggle in the habit, I'm a motherfucker coke boy
You wiggle in the habit, I'm a motherfucker coke boy.

Any given time, bear's in the grill
Sends hoes down, both hands on the field
Probably on a malley, probably on some syrup
They know I'm putting off for the bleaches whole cheers.
City on my back, lanes in the wind
Coop like a shark, no, you ain't seen the fin
Treading up the show, these hoes won't swim
My wrists be debate, the fish getting hit.
Knocked down a tomb sock, scared the whole crew, wha'
Shine on the game like you're here when the roof drop.
A bomb, man, and you're still a bomb now,
Always been a clown, but you could have been a, could have been a

Could have been a parlor, could have been a doctor,
Could have been a pimp, could have been a master,
Could have been a vet, could have been a door boy,
But in matter of fact, I'm a motherfucker coke boy.

You wiggle in the habit, I'm a motherfucker coke boy
You wiggle in the habit, I'm a motherfucker coke boy
You wiggle in the habit, I'm a motherfucker coke boy
You wiggle in the habit, I'm a motherfucker coke boy.

Go ahead, baby, go ahead, baby
Go ahead, baby, go ahead, baby