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Jim Jones

Cocaine Dreamin

 

Cocaine Dreamin

(album: El Capo - 2019)


[Jim Jones:]
Dipset
Ain't nothing to understand, uh
He's tryna explain it
Just follow the drip
You can't buy this shit
Let's get saucy, uh
(Heatmakerz)
(Crack Music)
I was born in, niggas was sworn in it
Uh huh
Harlem, what's up?
It's all facts (True that)
Facts, nigga
You know my body
Capo

I told 'em meet me at the top where it's going down (Where it's lit)
New dawn, drop the top while it's slowing down (Get off my dick)
Where I'm from, they'll pop a shot if you don't hold your ground (Boom)
You better get that chopper chopper just to hold it down (Boom)
I done triple parked cars up outta Polo ground (Facts)
Summer nights when Rucker Park was the only show in town (55th)
Red carpets dripping, gripping the fully-loaded pound
Five-Star dinners at Peckerwoods just to blow it down
I be scared to fall asleep, Medusa all on my sheets (Versace)
In my car, spilled Givenchy sauce all on my seats (Nasty)
Tryna test her in a Tesla, see if she gon' fuck (Boom)
Getting head, driving with no hands like I'm Elon Musk
But that ass was so fat like she gon' bust (Nasty)
Right outta them Fashion Novas, but is we gon' fuck?
I mean, pardon me, but I got rich nigga habits
I love them foreign cars, pretty bitches, and automatics (Okay)

[Ball Greezy:]
Cocaine dreaming
It ain't a bitch that I can't have
Or a cocaine brick that I can't grab
I go get it (Okay)
Cocaine dreaming
No ad-libbing, nigga, stick to the script
Mix this with that and you get crack
And that's facts (Okay)
Cocaine dreaming
My life is like a movie, ah
I could never let 'em do me, nah, ah
Cocaine dreaming
My life is like a movie, ah
I could never let 'em do me, nah, ah

[Dave East:]
Cocaine trips to Florida
Whip Explorers, dripped in Nautica
Addicted to dust, he can't give that water up
The steak was Porterhouse, I hustled for that Richard Porter love
Traffic with henchmen, bomb attached to engine, blow that foreign up
Call the coroner, alert the morgue, a body on the way
Audemar, can't tell the time, too many diamonds in the way
I know they sick, but tell 'em this
If I was on fire, I wouldn't sell 'em piss
My mans say a prayer 'fore he sell a brick
I got a forever drip, feel like I won't never miss
You on that pole, you better strip
Overdose, make the medic spend
Just me and Ash discussing this cash, floating up first
The powder brown like the coke grow in dirt, let's go to work
Exclusive Gucci, Dap ran into me, told me, "I know that shirt"
Play Griselda with the blanco, half a brick in the console
This ain't Training Day, you can't line me, you not Alonzo
Ball in the morning in Miami like Alonzo
Cookies rolled up in fronto, YOLO

[Ball Greezy:]
Cocaine dreaming
It ain't a bitch that I can't have
Or a cocaine brick that I can't grab
I go get it (Okay)
Cocaine dreaming
No ad-libbing, nigga, stick to the script
Mix this with that and you get crack
And that's facts (Okay)
Cocaine dreaming
My life is like a movie, ah
I could never let 'em do me, nah, ah
Cocaine dreaming
My life is like a movie, ah
I could never let 'em do me, nah, ah
Cocaine dreaming
My life is like a movie, ah
I could never let 'em do me, nah, ah
Cocaine dreaming
My life is like a movie, ah
I could never let 'em do me, nah, ah

Pack your shit (Look at this shit)
And living in St. Johns, we do our thing-ing
You better know we chicken wingy
That's what we doing
Ayy, listen
Came through the wing of the bitch, you already know
Bronx, brrat, boom, brrat

done

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