Cocoa Butter lyrics

[Intro]
Woah
Blow the, uh
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Blow the whistle, uh, uh, blow the whistle, uh
Blow the whistle
Listen up

[Verse 1]
I'ma tell you one time and one time only
You f*ck a broke n*gga, huh, I'ma pass on it
You say you got a big old ass that's super soft, then show me
They throw my music on, these b*tches gon' shake more ass than Jam Pony
I'm like what you gon' do if a rich-ass n*gga want you?
Don't forget 'bout none of them days that n*gga left you sad and lonely
I'll pop a pill, then f*ck her fast, then throw some racks up on it
You can't hit my main page, but I'll put the spam on you
I f*ck her good, make her bust like back to back, the rounds up on her
I'm on top of her doin' the crybaby, I done threw a tantrum on it
I'm a proud trick, I ain't shamin' sh*t, bae, this my testimony
Guard your heart like Teflon, f*ck 'round and threw a vest up on it
Now take your right hand and put it on your knees
I f*ck her good for sure, I'm gettin' her door keys
Only thing I'm runnin' from is police
Every time you move that ass, I throw a bill on each cheek
[Chorus]
How you claim you a bad b*tch if you f*ckin' a known buster?
Iron sharpen iron, b*tch, you need to be f*ckin' a hustler
That n*gga you f*ckin' a lame, come f*ck on a n*gga with structure
You a bad b*tch, I'm on your body like cocoa butter
I'm tellin' you, girl, you f*ck me good, I'm hittin' it without a rubber
If I ask you do you love me? You better not stutter
You ever do me wrong, hmm, your ass in trouble
I'm dyin' 'bout that baby, that's word to my mother

[Verse 2]
Mhm, pop out the cut with a, with a big old cutter
I'm too clean to be fightin' these n*ggas, I don't tussle
I'm like you too fine to be treatin' that di*k like it's gizzard
The way you be eatin' me down, only right I tell my n*ggas
I'm like that ain't no Diddy, ah, that ain't no homo
Every time I see a bad b*tch, I jump in go mode
Every time I pop out in the city, they takin' photos
I feel like rollin', baby, blow it right up throw your blowhole
n*ggas be hollerin' they rich junkies, your ass a custo
Every time they see a n*gga get burned down, they say stop the gun smoke
I know my lil' b*tch out here f*ckin', I still won't drop the blunt, though
Every time I'm in A-Town, my b*tch treat me like Hunxho

[Chorus]
How you claim you a bad b*tch if you f*ckin' a known buster?
Iron sharpen iron, b*tch, you need to be f*ckin' a hustler
That n*gga you f*ckin' a lame, come f*ck on a n*gga with structure
You a bad b*tch, I'm on your body like cocoa butter
I'm tellin' you, girl, you f*ck me good, I'm hittin' it without a rubber
If I ask you do you love me? You better not stutter
You ever do me wrong, hmm, your ass in trouble
I'm dyin' 'bout that baby, that's word to my mother