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chance the rapper - cocoa butter kiss كلمات الأغنية

[cocoa b-tter kisses]
[intro: chance the rapper]
na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, igh!
na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, igh!

[chorus 1: chance the rapper]
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 b-tter kisses
i miss my cocoa b-tter kisses
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 b-tter kisses
i miss my cocoa b-tter kisses

[verse 1: chance the rapper]
okie dokie, alkie, keep it lowkey like thor lil bro
or he’ll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour saudi
wiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyote
if i sip any henny, my belly just might be outie
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 “f-ck me”
two weeks she’ll be yelling f-ck me
used to like orange c-ssette 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 f-cking 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!)

[chorus 1: chance the rapper]
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 b-tter kisses
i miss my cocoa b-tter kisses
cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think i stank (innanet)
i got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it’s dank
i miss my cocoa b-tter kisses
i miss my cocoa b-tter kisses (innanet)

[verse 2: vic mensa]
i will smoke a little something but i don’t inhale
everywhere that i go, everywhere they be asking how’s it going
say the going’s 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 cointel
check, checkmate, check me take me to the bedroom
like she know me well, i mean normally
you see norma jean wouldn’t kick it with farmer phil
but these kids these days, they get so high
burn trees, smoke chlorophyll, ’til they can’t feel sh-t
sh-t-faced, faced it, 15 hits on this l
elevated, train, and the craziest thing
got me feeling like lauryn hill, miseducated, my d-ck delegated
rap bill bellamy, they said i shoulda never made it
probably shoulda been dead or in jail
deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz
-sshole, absinthe, thumpin’ that gl-ss
are we there yet? ice cubes in a bong
rip, brain dead, take a tug and then p-ss

[bridge: vic mensa]
i think we all addicted
yeah, i think we all addicted
really though, i think we all addicted
i think we all addicted

[chorus 2: vic mensa]
cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think i stank
i got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it’s dank
i miss my cocoa b-tter kisses
i think we all addicted

[verse 3: twista]
i could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter – juicy
used to be in a jalabiya and a kufi
trying hard not to be addicted to a groupie
i ended up on an alb-m cover in a coogi
you see, i be still a god but a goofy
you be flowing about drugs and a uzi
that’s the dual principle, sometimes i’ma be about some hoes
sometimes i’ma wanna make a movie
and when it come to rapping fast, i’m the higgs boson
and though my style freakish
i could still break your body down to five pieces like i did voltron
’cause i’m addicted to the craft and i be off a og
know me, i’m the obi-wan ken-bi of the dope see
never scared of mean spirits, methamphetamine lyrics
cooler like i’m offa codeine, low key
don’t be so judgmental, even though i’m reminiscing
if i don’t know what i miss is
i’ma end up figuring out that it’s home
and my mother and my grandmother cocoa b-tter kisses
this is just a testament to the ones that raised me
the ones that i praise and i’m thanking
i need ’em but the chronic all up in my clothes
and i wanna get a hug, and i can’t ’cause i’m stanking
never too old for a spanking, igh!

[chorus 2: vic mensa]
cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think i stank
i got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it’s dank
i miss my cocoa b-tter kisses
i think we all addicted

- chance the rapper

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