chorus
Woah, woah
Find me rolling off the leaves
So I'm smoking on these trees like
Woah, woah
I m way up out your league
So get up off my D like
Woah, woah
We've been stuck in the streets
Busy ducking police like woah woah
(my bitch like cocoa)
verse 1
Man, my bitch like Coco, Chanel
Like cocoa she smell
She drive me loco as well
Photo so well
Hot but she stone cold as hell
She a W, she won't hold an L
She respects the bro code as well
Me and her like Bo and Michelle
Like Hov and his girl
She cop a ? Pharrell
A Polo, she cop the whole shelf
No no, don't go the popos to tell
No bro, don't phone my cell
Guns go off but off but I don't own the shells
She over 21 but she don't know Adele
She don't need no promo to sell
She designed the logo herself
Three shades of melanin like bo ?
chorus
Woah, woah
Find me rolling off the leaves
So I'm smoking on these trees like
Woah, woah
I m way up out your league
So get up off my D like
Woah, woah
Still stuck in the streets
Still ducking police like
(my bitch like cocoa)
verse 2
B, 'cause you're black and you're beautiful
A cutie from your booty to your cuticle
I, intellectual, intelligent
Intrigued by my angel 'cause she heaven-sent
T, you are totally talented
Your body is a temple I've inhabited
C, girl you're a character
Credit to your mama 'cause she carried ya
H, hectic, hectic
Head on your shoulders what you're blessed with, blessed with
My ex a little older and she less impressive
I told her it was over, had to text a message
I hate callin' women bitches but the bitches love it
If you put the bad before the bitch
Then the sisters covered
My bitch love cocoa butter
Oh so smothered
I won't hold no other
Woah, woah
Say my bitch love cocoa
Woah, woah
Woah woah woah woah
