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Quavo & Takeoff - Chocolate (Lyrics)

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[Chorus: Quavo]

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Quavo & Takeoff - Chocolate (Lyrics)

Durel made the beat, I'ma rock with it
DJ Durel

[Chorus: Quavo]
Fuck my lil' money, I want her lil' mouth
Skeet on her, catching 'em out (Skeet on her)
Fuck that lil' shit that you talking bout' (Huh)
My wrist worth a Bentley Bentayga now (Skrrt)
Fuck that lil' bitch, we gon' take her down (Smash)
Ice on her wrist, kissed her finger now (Ice)
Pink double cup with the pinky out (Double cup)
Blue Benjis long like a slinky now
Locking in, you know the gang, we locking in (Locking in)


Hustling, yeah, stuff your pockets in (Hustling)
Jet with no passengers flying in (Gone)
Yeah, yeah, popping shit (Popping shit)
Lil' bro ain't gon' play when he popping it (Rahh)
Ain't nothing to say, no apologies (No)
Get back to the trap on the wireless (Brrt, brrt)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Blessing the city (City)
We going vacuum seal when we finish
You know the players like the Redskins (Skins)
I'm talking all clean, blue benjis
You know I told your bitch if I'ma I spin it (Spin it)
She gotta drop her top and show her titties


I got the 30 on me when I hit it (Hit it)
I got the 10 and 3, I told 'em split it
42 with a little X, she gon' mix it (Woo)

[Verse 2: Takeoff & Quavo]
It's ice on both players, put 'em up, don't violence (Freeze)
Fire, (Brrt) and start hearing the sirens (Whoo, whoo)
They wanna go viral (You want to)
Hop in my coupe, drop the top of my roof
Pull off and skirt my tires (Skkrt, yeah)
Bad bitches be hotter
Walk in the spot and we finna surprise 'em (Killer gang)

[Chorus: Quavo & Young Thug]


Fuck my lil' money, I want her lil' mouth
Skeet on her, catching 'em out (Skeet on her)
Fuck that lil' shit that you talking bout' (Huh)
My wrist worth a Bentley Bentayga now (Skrrt)
Fuck that lil' bitch, we gon' take her down (Smash)
Ice on her wrist, kiss her finger now (Ice)
Pink double cup with the pinky out (Double cup)
Blue Benjis long like a slinky now
Locking in, you know the gang, we locking in (Locking in)
Hustling, yeah, stuff your pockets in (Hustling)
Jet with no passengers flying in (Gone)
Yeah, yeah, popping shit (Popping shit)
Lil' bro ain't gon' play when he popping it (Rahh)
Ain't nothing to say, no apologies (No)


Get back to the trap on the wireless (Brrt, brrt, set)

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Locking the bando on me
Never water the baking soda then I whip till' it's harder
I popped out the crib with your lil' bitty daughter
I fucked her and put that lil' ho in a [?]
The Bentley, the 'Rari, I fuck with the bands
I parked the Rolls car then hopped in a Sedan
I just had got that bitch from my mans, so I was fucking that ho with my chain in my hand
All gold rollie with a off-white tan
My son got a Saint Laurent ring on his hand
I just copped some molly, was looking like sand
Shittin' on niggas, I don't care 'bout shit stains


I kick my shit, like Jackie Chan
Peanut butter wrist, fuck a nigga saying?
Take it off his wrist, serve a nigga strands
Look at my neck and my wrist, from 'Pan

[Verse 4: Gunna]
Big face Patek with a chocolate band
Look at my wrist, don't take no dance (Take no dance)
Fly the aircraft, 500 on land (Land)
New age flex, 200 on Sedan (200)
35 hundred on blue jean pants (Yeah, suede)
Yeah, chrome heart brand (Chrome)
Throw the money up, barely pop another band (Pop another tag)
Bitch pussy popping on the stand (Woah)


We running like green light, all of 'em getting ran (Skkr)
Pretty bitches on D, and all of 'em getting ran
Fuck all the police, free my dawg out the can
Whip top of the V, double cup in my hand
Big Dior, I P drip in Louis V Vans (Skkr)
Looking at me like she want a advance (Woah)
I take one more pill and the rest in my hand
Wunna, yeah, might cost you a arm and a leg

[Chorus: Quavo]
Fuck my lil' money, I want her lil' mouth
Skeet on her, catching 'em out (Skeet on her)
Fuck that lil' shit that you talking bout' (Huh)
My wrist worth a Bentley Bentayga now (Skrrt)


Fuck that lil' bitch, we gon' take her down (Smash)
Ice on her wrist, kiss her finger now (Ice)
Pink double cup with the pinky out (Double cup)
Blue Benjis long like a slinky now
Locking in, you know the gang, we locking in (Locking in)
Hustling, yeah, stuff your pockets in (Hustling)
Jet with no passengers flying in (Gone)
Yeah, yeah, popping shit (Popping shit)
Lil' bro ain't gon' play when he popping it (Rahh)
Ain't nothing to say, no apologies (No)
Get back to the trap on the wireless (Brrt, brrt)