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Cocoa Butter Video (MV)




Performed By: Real Boston Richey
From Album: Richey Rich
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Jalen Foster, Mir Santana, Trippy
Year: 2024




Real Boston Richey - Cocoa Butter Lyrics
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Woah
Blow the, uh
Uh
Blow the whistle, uh, uh, blow the whistle, uh
Blow the whistle
Listen up

I'ma tell you one time and one time only
You f*ck a broke nigga, huh, I'ma pass on it
You say you got a big old ass that's super soft, then show me
They throw my music on, these bitches gon' shake more ass than Jam Pony
I'm like what you gon' do if a rich-ass nigga want you?
Don't forget 'bout none of them days that nigga left you sad and lonely
I'll pop a pill, then f*ck her fast, then throw some racks up on it
You can't hit my main page, but I'll put the spam on you
I f*ck her good, make her bust like back to back, the rounds up on her
I'm on top of her doin' the crybaby, I done threw a tantrum on it
I'm a proud trick, I ain't shamin' shit, bae, this my testimony
Guard your heart like Teflon, f*ck 'round and threw a vest up on ya
Now take your right hand and put it on your knees
I f*ck her good for sure, I'm gettin' her door keys
Only thing I'm runnin' from is police
Every time you move that ass, I throw a bill on each cheek

How you claim you a bad bitch if you f*ckin' a known buster?
Iron sharpen iron, bitch, you need to be f*ckin' a hustler
That nigga you f*ckin' a lame, come f*ck on a nigga with structure
You a bad bitch, I'm on your body like cocoa butter
I'm tellin' you, girl, you f*ck me good, I'm hittin' it without a rubber
If I ask you do you love me? You better not stutter
You ever do me wrong, hmm, your ass in trouble
I'm dyin' 'bout that baby, that's word to my mother

Mm-hmm, pop out the cut with a, with a big old cutter
I'm too clean to be fightin' these niggas, I don't tussle
I'm like you too fine to be treatin' that dick like it's gizzard
The way you be eatin' me down, only right I tell my niggas
I'm like that ain't no Diddy, ah, that ain't no homo
Every time I see a bad bitch, I jump in go mode
Every time I pop out in the city, they takin' photos
I feel like rollin', baby, blow it right up throw your blowhole
Niggas be hollerin' they rich junkies, your ass a custo
Every time they see a nigga get burned down, they say stop the gun smoke
I know my lil' bitch out here f*ckin', I still won't drop the blunt, though
Every time I'm in A-Town, them bitches treat me like Hunxho

How you claim you a bad bitch if you f*ckin' a known buster?
Iron sharpen iron, bitch, you need to be f*ckin' a hustler
That nigga you f*ckin' a lame, come f*ck on a nigga with structure
You a bad bitch, I'm on your body like cocoa butter
I'm tellin' you, girl, you f*ck me good, I'm hittin' it without a rubber
If I ask you do you love me? You better not stutter
You ever do me wrong, hmm, your ass in trouble
I'm dyin' 'bout that baby, that's word to my mother
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Woah
Blow the, uh
Uh
Blow the whistle, uh, uh, blow the whistle, uh
Blow the whistle
Listen up

I'ma tell you one time and one time only
You f*ck a broke nigga, huh, I'ma pass on it
You say you got a big old ass that's super soft, then show me
They throw my music on, these bitches gon' shake more ass than Jam Pony
I'm like what you gon' do if a rich-ass nigga want you?
Don't forget 'bout none of them days that nigga left you sad and lonely
I'll pop a pill, then f*ck her fast, then throw some racks up on it
You can't hit my main page, but I'll put the spam on you
I f*ck her good, make her bust like back to back, the rounds up on her
I'm on top of her doin' the crybaby, I done threw a tantrum on it
I'm a proud trick, I ain't shamin' shit, bae, this my testimony
Guard your heart like Teflon, f*ck 'round and threw a vest up on ya
Now take your right hand and put it on your knees
I f*ck her good for sure, I'm gettin' her door keys
Only thing I'm runnin' from is police
Every time you move that ass, I throw a bill on each cheek

How you claim you a bad bitch if you f*ckin' a known buster?
Iron sharpen iron, bitch, you need to be f*ckin' a hustler
That nigga you f*ckin' a lame, come f*ck on a nigga with structure
You a bad bitch, I'm on your body like cocoa butter
I'm tellin' you, girl, you f*ck me good, I'm hittin' it without a rubber
If I ask you do you love me? You better not stutter
You ever do me wrong, hmm, your ass in trouble
I'm dyin' 'bout that baby, that's word to my mother

Mm-hmm, pop out the cut with a, with a big old cutter
I'm too clean to be fightin' these niggas, I don't tussle
I'm like you too fine to be treatin' that dick like it's gizzard
The way you be eatin' me down, only right I tell my niggas
I'm like that ain't no Diddy, ah, that ain't no homo
Every time I see a bad bitch, I jump in go mode
Every time I pop out in the city, they takin' photos
I feel like rollin', baby, blow it right up throw your blowhole
Niggas be hollerin' they rich junkies, your ass a custo
Every time they see a nigga get burned down, they say stop the gun smoke
I know my lil' bitch out here f*ckin', I still won't drop the blunt, though
Every time I'm in A-Town, them bitches treat me like Hunxho

How you claim you a bad bitch if you f*ckin' a known buster?
Iron sharpen iron, bitch, you need to be f*ckin' a hustler
That nigga you f*ckin' a lame, come f*ck on a nigga with structure
You a bad bitch, I'm on your body like cocoa butter
I'm tellin' you, girl, you f*ck me good, I'm hittin' it without a rubber
If I ask you do you love me? You better not stutter
You ever do me wrong, hmm, your ass in trouble
I'm dyin' 'bout that baby, that's word to my mother
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Writer: Jalen Foster, Mir Santana, Trippy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC



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