Cifras
Cocoa Butter Kisses

Tono: F

Introducción:

dificultad
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F                                                                 C  
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
G                                                                      Am  
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
F                                                                            C  
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
G                                                                 Am  
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
F                                                                 C  
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
G                                                                      Am  
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
F                                                                            C  
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
G                                                                 Am  
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
verse 1
F                                                                 C  
Okie dokie, alky, keep it lowkey like Thor lil bro
G                                                            Am  
Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi
F                                                    C  
Wiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyote
G                                      Am  
If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outtie
F                                                            C  
Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a dougie
G                                                                                    Am  
I just opened up the pack in an hour I'll ash my lucky
F                                                                                              C  
Tonight she just yelling, "fuck me," two weeks she'll be yelling fuck me
G                                                                              Am  
Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie
F                                                                              C  
And Chuck E. Cheese's pizzas, Jesus pieces, sing Jesus love me
G                                                              Am  
Put Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug me
F                                                            C  
Oh generation above me, I know you still remember me
G                                                                      Am  
My afro look just like daddy's, y'all taught me how to go hunting (BLAM!)
F                                                                 C  
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
G                                                                      Am  
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
F                                                                            C  
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
G                                                                 Am  
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
F                                                                 C  
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
G                                                                      Am  
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
F                                                                            C  
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
G                                                                 Am  
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
verse 2
F                                                                 C  
I will smoke a little something but I don't inhale
G                                                                      Am  
Everywhere that I go, everywhere they be asking hows it going
F                                                                 C  
Say the goings well, go figure, Victor's light skinned
G                                                                      Am  
Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell, all praise to the God
F                                                                 C  
God knows he's a pro, he's a pro like COINTEL
G                                                                      Am  
Check, check mate, check me take me to the bedroom, let you know me well
F                                                                 C  
I mean normally, you see Norma Jean wouldn't kick it with Farmer Phil
G                                                                      Am  
But these kids these days, they get so high, burn trees, smoke chlorophyll
F                                                                 C  
'Til they can't feel shit, shit-faced, faced it, 15 hits on this L
G                                                                      Am  
Elevated, train, and the craziest thing
F                                                                 C  
Got me feeling like Lauryn Hill, miseducated, my dick delegated
G                                                                      Am  
Rap Bill Bellamy, they said I shoulda never made it
F                                                                 C  
Probably shoulda been dead or in jail
G                                                                      Am  
Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz
F                                                                 C  
Asshole, absynthe up in that glass
G                                                                      Am  
Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bong
F                                                                 C  
Rip, brain dead, take a tug and then pass
Bridge
F  
I think we all addicted
C  
Yeah, I think we all addicted
G  
Really though, I think we all addicted
Am  
I think we all addicted
Hook 2: Vic Mensa
F                                                                 C  
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank
G                                                                      Am  
I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank
F                                                                 C  
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
G                                                                      Am  
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
verse 3: Twista
F                                                                 C  
I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter - juicy
G                                                                      Am  
Used to be in a jalabiya and a kufi
F                                                                 C  
Trying hard not to be addicted to a groupie
G                                                                      Am  
I ended up on an album cover in a Coogi
F                                                                 C  
You see, I be still a God but a goofy
G                                                                      Am  
You be flowing about drugs and a Uzi
F                                                                 C  
That's the new principle, sometimes I'mma be about some hoes
G                                                                      Am  
Sometimes I'mma wanna make a movie
F                                                                 C  
And when it come to rapping fast, I'm the Higgs Boson
G                                                                      Am  
And though my style freakish
F                                                                 C  
I could still break your body down to five pieces like I did Voltron
G                                                                      Am  
Cause I'm addicted to the craft and I be off a OG
F                                                                 C  
Know me, I'm the Obi-Wan Kenobi of the dope see
G                                                                      Am  
Never scared of mean spirits, methamphetamine lyrics
F                                                                 C  
Cooler like I'm offa codeine, low key
G                                                                      Am  
Don't be so judgmental, even though I'm reminiscing
F                                                                 C  
If I don't know what I miss is
G                                                                      Am  
I'ma end up figuring out that it's home
F                                                                 C  
And my mother and my grandmother cocoa butter kisses
G                                                                      Am  
This is just a testament to the ones that raised me
F                                                                 C  
The ones that I praise and I'm thanking
G                                                                      Am  
I need em but the chronic all up in my clothes
F                                                                 C  
And I wanna get a hug, and I can't cause I'm stanking
G                                                                      Am  
Never too old for a spanking, igh
F                                                                 C  
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank
G                                                                      Am  
I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank
F                                                                 C  
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
G                                                                      Am  
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
F                                                                 C  
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank
G                                                                      Am  
I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank
F                                &nbs