Ima Coke Boy - Remix

Nigga walk up in the spot

Wearing that same shit Jesus used to wear (Egyptian cloths)

The other nigga talking that fly shit

(La musica de Harry Fraud)

Could have been a pilot, could have been a doctor

Could have been a pimp, could have been a mobster

Could have been a mack, could have been a dope boy

Homie matter of fact, I'm a motherfuckerin' coke boy

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy

Hey yo Chinx, pull that shit back man

They ain't ready for that shit

Harry Fraud you a motherfuckin' problem boy, damn

Nigga walk up in the spot

Wearing that same shit Jesus used to wear (Egyptian cloths)

The other nigga talking that fly shit

(La musica de Harry Fraud)

Could have been a pilot, could have been a doctor

Could have been a pimp, could have been a mobster

Could have been a mack, could have been a dope boy

Homie matter of fact, I'm a motherfuckerin' coke boy

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy

Rallies on the roll, prezies never fold

Mommy, you ain't got to take a vote to hit the pole

Just bounce it up and down, spread it all around

Hit the homies off, pass it all around

I'm talking about the money, I'm talking about them m's

I'm talking about the rollie, 67 pins

Few homies with me, couple in the Benz

Shawty said I'm foul, she heard I hit her friends

Rocks in your bake pot, starting from a dope spot

Made my first couple hundred whipping on a stove top

Me and Frenchie, in that new ghost Phantom

Comfy where I'm at, but I could have been a, could have been a

Could have been a pilot, could have been a doctor

Could have been a pimp, could have been a mobster

Could have been a mack, could have been a dope boy

Homie matter of fact, I'm a motherfuckerin' coke boy

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy

Any given time, bands in your grill

Ten toes down, both hands on the feel

Probably on a molly, probably on some syrup

They know I'm putting off, on the bleachers hoes cheer us

City on my back, lames in the wind

Coupe like a shark, know you lames see the fin

Treadin' up-shore, these hoes won't swim

My wrists be the bait, the fish getting in

Knocked out her tube sock, gave the whole crew whops'

Shine on the game like your head when the roof drop

A bum then, and you're still a bum now

Always been a clown, but you could have been a, could have been a

Could have been a pilot, could have been a doctor

Could have been a pimp, could have been a mobster

Could have been a mack, could have been a dope boy

Homie matter of fact, I'm a motherfuckerin' coke boy

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy

You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy

Go ahead, baby, go ahead, baby

Go ahead, baby, go ahead, baby