Baby Keem & Don Toliver – cocoa Lyrics

Baby Keem cocoa Lyrics, cocoa Lyrics Baby Keem

I’m balling with my friends
Staring at the money in a trance
Lil’ baby, can I be your mans?
I might have to buy her OnlyFans
Huh? She gave me pussy as just friends
I feel like nothing but a middleman
I’m done, baby, I can’t be your friend
You might give the pussy to my mans

Huh? Ugh, you toxic
Uh-huh-huh-huh, you toxic
You wanna stay? Don’t stay, play
Do you not like your house? Hate your place
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
Spent half a mil’ on Grandma house and then I zoomed
Got way more money than my peers, you would assume
In competition with myself, I cannot lose
What we gon’ eat?
I don’t do Nobu, baby, that’s him, not me
We fuck, wake up, you go, we go too
London, we up, the top floor, eatin’ soul food
I don’t wanna eat nothin’ else
It’s new, I wanna see her room
It’s new, I wanna fix your rules
It’s new, bitch, I’ma, hah, ooh

I’m balling with my friends
Staring at the money in a trance
Lil’ baby, can I be your mans?
I might have to buy her OnlyFans
Huh? She gave me pussy as just friends
I feel like nothing but a middleman
I’m done, baby, I can’t be your friend
You might give the pussy to my mans

I love to spin it, she coppin’ levitators
I took her out to E, I took her out to Dennis
She always call me plenty, drunky-drunky off the Remy
Sometimes no callback and Donnie tooked off on the Henny
I’m touching down in your city just to get it litty
Better check the bar when we in the strip, we throwin’ fifty
Do not be the Ghost, you can’t get to close (Nah)
Shawty be doin’ the most
Oh, Xannies got me going down, put me in my mode
I just ate lil’ baby up, shawty taste like cocoa
Ten feet, down deep, then I’m hearing gone (Cocoa)
Got the beater out the cheeks, you couldn’t keep her home
Niggas pull up to the function, whip, I leave it on (Pull up)
I leave it on, told you that I pack a punch

I’m balling with my friends
Staring at the money in a trance
Lil’ baby, can I be your mans?
I might have to buy her OnlyFans
Huh? She gave me pussy as just friends
I feel like nothing but a middleman
I’m done, baby, I can’t be your friend
You might give the pussy to my mans

Two freaks in the club but they attitude trashy
Don’t fuck with broke boys so the opps down bad
Baby Keem in the cut, she know that’s a happy tag, huh
I just put the whole 702 on my bag
You ain’t coming with us, please don’t you ask
I might throw a hundred ones, please don’t be mad
Tit-for-tat, going back and forth is not my passion
Took a trip to Paris to post another caption
It’s too much liquor, I get it, huh
Steakhouse, takin’ out, eight-hundred-dollar dinners, huh
Baby, go ahead and grab that t-t-t-t-t-t-t
Bruises on your knees
While I’m drinking tea
She getting teed, I hate [?]
Don’t try to hide your ass, we’ll tag a picture on your back, huh
If that pussy good, there’s a chance I’ll get attached