Coconut Wolf - Horchata
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Intro:
Yo Krohme you did it again man!
Horchata
Donuts in an El Camino
The candy paint sparkles like Pellegrino
They call him an abundant lowlife like a cell in Reno
Verse 1:
So tell the promoter on the speakerphone
That if I'm selling seats to shows
I need hella C-Notes
Or he can get more hangtime than when that General Lee floats
This is big boy business
I need that brioche in my palm
I'm at a spot 21 and over
Y'all can take Leo to prom
I need a chick thicker than a bottle of that
Jack number seven double fisting my erection
Verse 2:
Loving on Coco Brothers like a fan of Smiff n Wessun
So bartender, can she get a tequila sunrise
And can I get a verdita, one lime
I'm liking your hair and how the fashion fits
It's got me wondering if the tongue ring match the ****
And if you know any magic tricks
'Cause that's the **** naturalist or silicon
But really as long as they relieve the stress when feeling on
Until the dawn and you're cool with keeping Dilla on
Verse 3:
She's been preying on me all night
Ready to kneel and yawn
And that's church when she's slurping
During the sermon I'm preaching on
All praises due whether missionary or she kissed the clergy
If she's willing to let a wolf dig and bury
A bone in the ****'s airway
She gives the business up front
Then we party in the back like Theo Von
But not before the friction gets hotter than a creole palm
What else you expect from the Loco Lobo
Sloppy toppy before the doggy
Has her singing offkey like Yoko Ono
And that's the encore opera in this tour saga
It's nothing to get a Latin, gorgeous mama
With glorious knockers and work her proper
On the couch like the floor is lava
Until the nerves shock her into nirvana
She adorns a posture where she begs
For her to be shot up with
Horchata
Verse 4:
I'm saying my lore's amazing
Catch me fornicating with porno page chicks
Skin tighter than Florida gators
It's crazy how horny babes get
Hearing you're played in foreign basements
By DJs that cut sharper than orange razors
It's got the *** in motion causing mass hypnosis
The thought of platinum donuts
Gets 'em impish like a bad POTUS
Not to sound scummy or nasty as soap dish
But they beg for the dangling cobra
Stuffed in 'em like a Hostess
'Til you bust like a package of sodas
'Cause the magnum's loaded to paint a magnum opus
Oh ****
OH ****
Yo Krohme you did it again man!
Horchata
Donuts in an El Camino
The candy paint sparkles like Pellegrino
They call him an abundant lowlife like a cell in Reno
Verse 1:
So tell the promoter on the speakerphone
That if I'm selling seats to shows
I need hella C-Notes
Or he can get more hangtime than when that General Lee floats
This is big boy business
I need that brioche in my palm
I'm at a spot 21 and over
Y'all can take Leo to prom
I need a chick thicker than a bottle of that
Jack number seven double fisting my erection
Verse 2:
Loving on Coco Brothers like a fan of Smiff n Wessun
So bartender, can she get a tequila sunrise
And can I get a verdita, one lime
I'm liking your hair and how the fashion fits
It's got me wondering if the tongue ring match the ****
And if you know any magic tricks
'Cause that's the **** naturalist or silicon
But really as long as they relieve the stress when feeling on
Until the dawn and you're cool with keeping Dilla on
Verse 3:
She's been preying on me all night
Ready to kneel and yawn
And that's church when she's slurping
During the sermon I'm preaching on
All praises due whether missionary or she kissed the clergy
If she's willing to let a wolf dig and bury
A bone in the ****'s airway
She gives the business up front
Then we party in the back like Theo Von
But not before the friction gets hotter than a creole palm
What else you expect from the Loco Lobo
Sloppy toppy before the doggy
Has her singing offkey like Yoko Ono
And that's the encore opera in this tour saga
It's nothing to get a Latin, gorgeous mama
With glorious knockers and work her proper
On the couch like the floor is lava
Until the nerves shock her into nirvana
She adorns a posture where she begs
For her to be shot up with
Horchata
Verse 4:
I'm saying my lore's amazing
Catch me fornicating with porno page chicks
Skin tighter than Florida gators
It's crazy how horny babes get
Hearing you're played in foreign basements
By DJs that cut sharper than orange razors
It's got the *** in motion causing mass hypnosis
The thought of platinum donuts
Gets 'em impish like a bad POTUS
Not to sound scummy or nasty as soap dish
But they beg for the dangling cobra
Stuffed in 'em like a Hostess
'Til you bust like a package of sodas
'Cause the magnum's loaded to paint a magnum opus
Oh ****
OH ****
