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Chance The Rapper
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Cocoa Butter Kisses (ft. Vic Mensa & Twista)
[Hook] Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses, I miss my cocoa butter kisses (x2)
[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper] Okie dokie, alky. Keep it lowkey like Thor lil bro Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi Wiley up off payote, wil'ing like that coyote If I sip any Henny, my belly just mght be outtie Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a dougie I just opened up the pack in an hour I'll ash my lucky Tonight she just yelling fuck me Two weeks she'll be yelling fuck me Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie And Chuck E. Cheese's pizzas, Jesus pieces, sing Jesus love me Put Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug me Oh generation above me, I know you still remember me My afro look just like daddy's, y'all taught me how to go hunting (BLAM!)
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[Verse 2: Vic Mensa] I will smoke a little something but I don't inhale Everywhere that I go, everywhere they be asking hows it going Say the goings well Go figure, Victor's light skinned, Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell All praise to the God, God knows he's a pro, he's a pro like coat and tail Check, check mate, check me, take me to the bedroom, let you know me well I mean normally you see Norma Jean with it kicking with Farmer Phil But these kids these days they get so high, burn trees, smoke Chlorophyll 'Til they can't feel shit, shit faced, faced it, 15 hits on this L Elevated, train, and the craziest thing, got me feeling like Lauryn Hill Miseducated, my dick delegated, rap Bill Bellamy, they said I shoulda never made it Probably shoulda been dead or in jail Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz, asshole, absinthe up in that class Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bong, we're brain dead, take a tug and then pass
I think we all addicted, Yeah, I think we all addicted Really though, I think we all addicted I think we addicted
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[Verse 3: Twista] I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter A two seat used to be in a ?? and a ?? Trying hard not to be addicted to a groupie I ended up in an album cover in a Coogi You see, I be still a God but a goofy You be throwing up your drugs in the Uzi That's the new principle, sometimes Ima be about some ho Sometimes Ima wanna make a movie And when it comes to rapping fast, I'm the Higgs Boson And though my style freakish, I could still break your body down to five pieces like a did Voltron Cause I be addicted to the craft and I be off the OG Know me, I'm the Obi-Wan Kenobi of the ?? Never scared of mean spirits, matter fact the mean lyrics Cooler like I'm off the Codine, low key Don't be so judgmental, even though I'm reminiscing If I don't know what a miss is Ima end a figure ?? that is home To my mother and my grandmother cocoa butter kisses This is just a testament to the ones that raised me The ones that I praise and I'm thanking I need them but the chronic all up in my clothes And I wanna get a hug, but I can't cause I'm stanking Never too old for a spanking
[Hook] Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses, I miss my cocoa butter kisses (x2)
[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper] Okie dokie, alky. Keep it lowkey like Thor lil bro Or he'll go blow the loudy, Saudi of sour ?? Wiley up off payote, wil'ing like that coyote If I sip any Henny, my belly just mght be outtie Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a dougie I just opened up the pack in an hour I'll ash my lucky Tonight she just yelling fuck me Two weeks she'll be yelling fuck me You still like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie And Chuckie Cheese's pizzas, Jesus pieces, ain't Jesus love me? Put Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug me Oh generation above me, I know you still remember me My afro look just like daddy's, y'all taught me how to go hunting (BLAM!)
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Vic Mensa] I will smoke a little something but I don't inhale Everywhere that I go, everywhere they be asking hows it going say the goings well Go figure, Victor's light skinned, Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell All praise to the God, God knows he's a pro, he's a pro like coat and tail Check, check mate, check me, take me to the ?? like she know me well I mean normally you see Norma Jean with it kicking with Farmer Phil But these kids these days they get so high, burn trees, smoke Chlorophyll 'Til they can't feel shit, shit faced, face this, 15 hits on this L Elevated train, and the craziest thing, got me feeling like Lauren Hill Miseducated, my dick delegated, rap Bill Bellamy, they said I shoulda never made it Probably shoulda been dead or in jail Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz, asshole, absinthe up in that class Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bowl, we're brain dead, take a tuck and then pass
I think we all addicted, Yeah, I think we all addicted Really though, I think we all addicted I think we addicted
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[Verse 3: Twista] I could make a flow, pitter patter with the ?? A two seat used to be in a ?? and a ?? Trying hard not to be addicted to a groupie I ended up in an album cover in a Coogi You see, I be still a God but a goofy You be throwing up your drugs in the Uzi That's the new principle, sometimes Ima be about some ho Sometimes Ima wanna make a movie And when it comes to rapping fast, I'm the Higgs Boson And throw my style freakish, I could still break your body down to five pieces like a did Voltron Cause I'm addicted to the craft and I be off the OG Know me, I'm the Obi-Wan Kenobi of the ?? Never scared of mean spirits, matter fact the mean lyrics Cooler like I'm off the Codine, low key Don't be so judgmental, even though I'm reminiscing If I don't know what a miss is Ima end a figure ?? that is home To my mother and my grandmother cocoa butter kisses This is just a testament to the ones that raised me The ones that I praise and I'm thanking I need them but the chronic all up in my clothes And I wanna get a hug, but I can't cause I'm stanking Never too old for a spanking Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my memories, all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses, I miss my cocoa butter kisses (x2)
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