Bdr!ppyy - CocaCola

Fah, fah, fah
Yeah
That little bitch she bad
I tell her hold up
We be trapping Motorola
Throwing bracelets just like Loba
She be doin Coca-Cola
In the back of my Toyota
Got me tripping, got me leaning
Pouring ounces in my soda
That little bitch she bad
I tell her hold up
We be trapping Motorola
Throwing bracelets just like Loba
She be doin Coca-Cola
In the back of my Toyota
Got me tripping, got me leaning
Pouring ounces in my soda
That lil bih got me locked in like a motherfucking mission
Got a team full of shooters bitch we feel just like the Pistons
And we got all black jeans topped off with the fitted
Every time she coming up I put her down just like some written
Screaming oh god, oh god, like she was a Christian
Animal control, how I'm beating up the kitten
Well, I don't give a fuck cuz I'm always right
I'll let you come through and we count up like
123, baby come with me
I can give you what you need
Then we hit the street
Then we
Rip off
Drift off
Hip off
Dip off
Baby come with me cuz your boyfriend a rip off
That little bitch she bad
I tell her hold up
We be trapping Motorola
Throwing bracelets just like Loba
She be doin Coca-Cola
In the back of my Toyota
Got me tripping, got me leaning
Pouring ounces in my soda
That little bitch she bad
I tell her hold up
We be trapping Motorola
Throwing bracelets just like Loba
She be doin Coca-Cola
In the back of my Toyota
Got me tripping, got me leaning
Pouring ounces in my soda

Written by:
Brian Moore

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