Cocoa Butter Lyrics – Real Boston Richey

Read the full Cocoa Butter lyrics by Real Boston Richey along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Real Boston Richey’s music, you can also explore Cup Spill and Come Outside (So Sick), two other songs by Real Boston Richey.

[Intro]
Woah
Blow the, uh
Uh
Blow the whistle, uh, uh, blow the whistle, uh
Blow the whistle
Listen up

[Verse 1]
I’ma tell you one time and one time only
You fu*k a broke n!gga, 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 b!tches gon’ shake more ass than Jam Pony
I’m like what you gon’ do if a rich-ass n!gga want you?
Don’t forget ’bout none of them days that n!gga left you sad and lonely
I’ll pop a pill, then fu*k 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 fu*k her good, make her bust like back to back, the rounds up on her
I’m on top of her doing the crybaby, I done threw a tantrum on it
I’m a proud trick, I ain’t shaming s*it, bae, this my testimony
Guard your heart like Teflon, fu*k ’round and threw a vest up on it
Now take your right hand and put it on your knees
I fu*k her good for sure, I’m getting her door keys
Only thing I’m running from is police
Every time you move that ass, I throw a bill on each cheek

[Chorus]
How you claim you a bad b!tch if you fu*king a known buster?
Iron sharpen iron, b!tch, you need to be fu*king a hustler
That n!gga you fu*king a lame, come fu*k on a n!gga with structure
You a bad b!tch, I’m on your body like cocoa butter
I’m telling you, girl, you fu*k me good, I’m hitting 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 dying ’bout that baby, that’s word to my mother

[Verse 2]

Mhm, pop out the cut with a, with a big old cutter
I’m too clean to be fighting these n!ggas, I don’t tussle
I’m like you too fine to be treating that d!ck like it’s gizzard
The way you be eating me down, only right I tell my n!ggas
I’m like that ain’t no Diddy, ah, that ain’t no homo
Every time I see a bad b!tch, I jump in go mode
Every time I pop out in the city, they taking photos
I feel like rolling, baby, blow it right up throw your blowhole
N!ggas be hollering they rich junkies, your ass a custo
Every time they see a n!gga get burned down, they say stop the gun smoke
I know my lil’ b!tch out here fu*king, I still won’t drop the blunt, though
Every time I’m in A-Town, my b!tch treat me like Hunxho

[Chorus]
How you claim you a bad b!tch if you fu*king a known buster?
Iron sharpen iron, b!tch, you need to be fu*king a hustler
That n!gga you fu*king a lame, come fu*k on a n!gga with structure
You a bad b!tch, I’m on your body like cocoa butter
I’m telling you, girl, you fu*k me good, I’m hitting 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 dying ’bout that baby, that’s word to my mother