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Nicki Minaj - Coco Chanel Lyrics

Coco Chanel Song Lyrics
Coco Chanel by Nicki Minaj [Intro: Foxy Brown, Nicki Minaj & JBeatzzz]
Whole lotta gang sh*t
Beatz
Oh, uh, ugh, ayo Chun, ayo Chun
We back on that Coco sh*t, nigga, number one, uh
Whole lotta gang sh*t
Haha, every b**ch bloodclaat, girl
Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn!
Kick for my stomach, let’s go!

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, he got me like a coco, yeah la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don’t f**k with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get a inkling, the thing’ll sing-sing
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the singer, the thing’ll sting-sting

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
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, word to Stack on it
That’s word to Brooknam, 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 I 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

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, he got me like a coco, yeah la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don’t f**k with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get a inkling, the thing’ll sing-sing
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the singer, the thing’ll sting-sting

[Verse 2: Foxy Brown & Nicki Minaj]
Gimme some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the f**k 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
f**k my ratchet at? Come make me dirty that
Puss dem I chat bout, back like I never left
Went down when I come ’round, all y’all b**ches bow down
King fox, King Kong, back on my Trini, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all y’all b**ches duck me, f**k
Nick, come f**k 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 [?]
[?]
The bloodclaat [?]
Them b**ches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
[?] clip [?]
Gun slingers, let me see y’all gun fingers
Y’all b**ches dick riders
Little Nicki’s, little Inga [?]

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
He got me like a coco, yeah la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don’t f**k with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get a inkling, the thing’ll sing-sing
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the singer, the thing’ll sting-sting

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Foxy plus one, it’s me young Chun
And me, I can f**k 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
Unuh dem fi fi real vibes
They call me Ms. b**ch, but I don’t miss, b**ch
Got real shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I’m physically fine
Who she? It’s like we know she dyin’
b**ch ain’t see Billboard in 2017
Had to drop Queen on ’em like a guillotine
All these jealous b**ches on the jelly team
Keepin’ it a hundred, that’s a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh