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24kGoldn - Coco

I told you, I'm in the studio
How many times you gon' call me
Goddamn, this bitch trippin'

94 don't need no brakes, yeah

Coco Chanel
You ain't really 'bout it, I could tell
Coco Chanel
Can you keep ya hands to yourself
Coco Chanel
Double c lock on the belt
Coco Chanel
Coco Chanel

Oh my God
Why is shawty tryna test me
Too turnt up
In the back of the jet stream
Can't be cuffed
But she tryin' to arrest me
Lying to impress me
Dyin' to forget me

I can't keep singing
All my songs for ya
You keep on ringing me
Goes on and on
Can't seem to figure out
What's wrong witcha
Checking your temperature
Thermometer

Seems like lately
You're Coco crazy

Coco Chanel
You ain't really 'bout it, I could tell
Coco Chanel
Can you keep ya hands to yourself
Coco Chanel
Double c lock on the belt
Coco Chanel
Coco Chanel

Coco, no Chanel
Super pretty chocolate nigga
She said she could tell
Make her feel like I'm from heaven
But I still put her through hell
They wasn't 'bout what I was 'bout
Them niggas ain't rock the way that I rock
I realized they ain't mean me well (Let's go)

Told 'em don't call my phone
With all that nice shit (Oh no)
Double c's on the belt
Correlate the icy (Bling bling)
Gettin' the number right now
Is highly unlikely
Cause I still remember the days
When people like you ain't like me, bitch

Seems like lately (But fuck that, you know)
You're Coco crazy (I ain't even trippin', you know what I mean, I'm doin' good without you) (Go)

Coco Chanel
You ain't really 'bout it, I could tell
Coco Chanel
Can you keep ya hands to yourself
Coco Chanel
Double c lock on the belt
Coco Chanel
Coco Chanel

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