Coca Coca Mi Casa Su Casa song by Gucci Mane from Primary Album Official-white-label-red-edition. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Trap, Atlanta Rap, Posse Cut music. The Record company is unknown. Released on January 8, 2010.
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Coca Coca Mi Casa Su Casa Meaning
| [[Chorus: Gucci Mane] Coca, coca, Coca-Cola, yayo bought me everything Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend Boil-a, boil-a, boiling water, damn I got a forced game Snort-a, stort-a, make an offer, no prob’, I could cook it for ya Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Retail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Mi casa su casa partna, mi casa so full of rastas More ganja than reefer farmers, you couldn’t see me with binoculars White girl with me, Cindy Lauper, multi deep like Frank Sinatra Gave ten birds to Waka Flocka, told him drop ’em, Moreland Plaza Flow sick like the morning after, try me then your skull get fractured Ransom your little handsome son, so sad that your first daughter captured Gucci hot as boiling water, my pack just came cross the border Your girlfriend’s a major snorter but that bitch ain’t worth a quarter Don’t give that another thought-a, if you serve me then get shot up Ounce, a half, a eighth, a quarter, send my goons to do the slaughter Hustle hard, got from my father, take no shit, got from my mother Never snitched and never will, I put that on my baby brother [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Coca, coca, Coca-Cola, yayo bought me everything Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend Boil-a, boil-a, boiling water, damn I got a forced game Snort-a, stort-a, make an offer, no prob’, I could cook it for ya Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Retail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars , [Verse 2: Rocko] Only one dude and I’ma smoke my reefer Cruise through the city in my new two-seater Stay lowkey, get dough with my people Maybe try to find me a blow a little cheaper Only one dude and I’ma ride around town Work got low, bitch dropped a few pounds Count a few checks, deal ’em out Shoot a little dice, blow a little loud Sell a little powder, make a few thou’ Turn them into millions standing tall as Yao Mean mug every nigga on my team Nigga say anything, folk will hit him in his mouth Back in the day, they said I wouldn’t be shit Tell them fuck niggas, “Nigga, look at me now!” Money on my dick, they worse than they bitch It don’t make no sense, we just laugh at them clowns Pull up to the club, everybody like, “Wow!” Watch cost a car, car cost a house Catch me in the club, I’m stunting on the couch Balling like a baller, me and Gucci ballin’ out Shawty got it for the low, who said it was a drought? Swag run so hard, man these hoes like (Ow!) Well known in the North, raised in the South Connected out West, get ’em in, get ’em out , [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Coca, coca, Coca-Cola, yayo bought me everything Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend Boil-a, boil-a, boiling water, damn I got a forced game Snort-a, stort-a, make an offer, no prob’, I could cook it for ya Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Retail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars [Verse 3: OJ Da Juiceman] In the kitchen with Patrick Swayze, me and the yay is dirty dancing Drop a gold deuce and it white just like some Louie glasses Stupid Brick Squad chickens in, stankin’ through the plastic Gettin ‘em in and gettin’ em gone; definition of a trapper I’m the hottest thing walkin’ ’round in East Atlanta So I’m like a baby, shittin’ like a damn Pamper Ooh, they hate my swag cause these bars is Alaska Hip-hop police got me workin’ under the scanner Coca-Cola, where’s the water? Watch this dough, I serve this order One on the window cause the police just might smell this odor Barber shops and beauty parlors just to cover dirty dollars White girl was super dirty so I put her in the shower [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Coca, coca, coca cola, yayo bought me everythang Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend Boila, boila, boiling water, damn I gotta forced game Snorta, storta make an offer; no prob I could cook it for ya Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Retail shops and beauty parlors to “cover up these dirty dollars” Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars , [Verse 4: Waka Flocka Flame] Soo Woo! To the B gang, it’s a G thang, see me I’m eyeballin’ shorty, Gucci got the work and Flocka got the 40 Work the wheels and hold the gun Smoke out my pistol, I wish you’d run Nigga win some like, “Which one? Hundred round chopper or the handgun?” Heard I ain’t never lost none, got nicks and dimes, you want some? I’m a legend in the hood like Big Pun Got bales of the mid you want some? I bought them Waka Flocka, Flocka Waka, midgrade bought me everything I’m gutter, gutter, gutter, gutter, I put that shit on Gucci Mane Brick Squad is what the fuck I claim (Brick Squad) God y’all niggas off the chain (Loony) Lookin’ like he want my chain, I smoke him like some Mary Jane (Bow, bow, bow, bow!) And shorty that shit real talk (Bow, bow, bow, bow!) And shorty that shit real talk [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Coca, coca, coca cola, yayo bought me everythang Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend Boila, boila, boiling water, damn I gotta forced game Snorta, storta make an offer; no prob I could cook it for ya Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Retail shops and beauty parlors to “cover up these dirty dollars” Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars [Verse 5: Shawty Lo] Shawty Lo, call me Escobar They try to retired me like the great Brett Favre Still got no wife but the white be my girlfriend Even Nicki fuckin’ with my girlfriend Yeah, we share that bitch Got Waka Flocka, Gucci, Rocko in that bitch Still in the kitchen, flickin’ the wrist And I’m still on the highway takin’ a risk Back and forth from the 1 and the 6 Ridin’ I-20 with a bunch of them bricks Ayy, from the 1 and the 6 Ridin’ I-20, all white bricks [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Coca, coca, coca cola, yayo bought me everythang Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend Boila, boila, boiling water, damn I gotta forced game Snorta, storta make an offer; no prob I could cook it for ya Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Retail shops and beauty parlors to “cover up these dirty dollars” Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars [Verse 6: Yo Gotti] Feds coming after us, niggas talkin’ ’bout jackin’ us Married to that white girl so bitch, I ain’t no bachelor Brick Squad, Re-Up Gang, motherfuckin’ yayo club Lookin for another one cause I ran off on my last plug Off white Jag, white truck, white Lambo All white Porsche four door going HAM ho You know who I am ho (Yo Gotti!) you say I robbed your brother I don’t give a damn though; he must’ve had the yams low He must’ve had them grams off, weighing what I paid for Too many of them bands, now he laying on his man’s floor I’m Yo Gotti nigga, and I’m from North Memphis In East Atlanta Zone 6 and I got the North with me [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Coca, coca, Coca-Cola, yayo bought me everything Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend Boil-a, boil-a, boiling water, damn I got a forced game Snort-a, stort-a, make an offer, no prob’, I could cook it for ya Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Retail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars [Verse 7: Nicki Minaj] I got that hard Gucc’, you know these bitches easy I got that cold flu, I got that itchy sneezy You in that Mitsubishi, I’m in that Bentley GT I’m takin’ trips with Papi (You walkie-talkie copy) I got them Pookie fiends, might rock some Juicy jeans I mean some Juicy sweats; maybe some blue Giuseppes I play foul, no free-throw Bitch I ball, no free show, deadass, no peep-show Bought our own condo, water-front condo Daughter, son dundo; watchin’ Telemundo Flyer than a rocket, money in my polly-pocket What you coppin’? Keep that work inside my Pippi Longstocking, bitch [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Coca, coca, Coca-Cola, yayo bought me everything Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend Boil-a, boil-a, boiling water, damn I got a forced game Snort-a, stort-a, make an offer, no prob’, I could cook it for ya Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Retail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars] |
Common queries
- Who produced the lyrics for Coca Coca Mi Casa Su Casa?
This lirics prodiucer by Drumma Boy.
- Who is credited with writing the music and lyrics to this song? Coca Coca Mi Casa Su Casa
Coca Coca Mi Casa Su Casa song lyrics is written by Shawty Lo, Drumma Boy, Gucci Mane, Nicki Minaj, Waka Flocka Flame, OJ da Juiceman, Rocko & Yo Gotti
- What is the name of the featured of the lyrics for Coca Coca Mi Casa Su Casa?
The lyrics featured in Coca Coca Mi Casa Su Casa belong to OJ da Juiceman, Shawty Lo, Rocko, Yo Gotti, Waka Flocka Flame & Nicki MinajThe featured artist in the song Coca Coca Mi Casa Su Casa is OJ da Juiceman, Shawty Lo, Rocko, Yo Gotti, Waka Flocka Flame & Nicki Minaj
