Cocoa Butter Kisses Tab par Chance The Rapper

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Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
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I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
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I miss my cocoa butter kisses
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I miss my cocoa butter kisses



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Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
      Bm7           E9                 D            Gm6
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
          Bm7      E9           D        Gm6
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
          Bm7      E9           D        Gm6
I miss my cocoa butter kisses


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Okie dokie, alky, keep it lowkey like Thor lil bro
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Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi
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Wiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyote
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If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outtie
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Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a dougie
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I just opened up the pack in an hour I'll ash my lucky
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Tonight she just yelling, "fuck me," two weeks she'll be yelling fuck me
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Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie
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And Chuck E. Cheese's pizzas, Jesus pieces, sing Jesus love me
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Put Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug me
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Oh generation above me, I know you still remember me
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My afro look just like daddy's, y'all taught me how to go hunting (BLAM!)


#Continue with the same chords through the rest of the song.


Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I miss my cocoa butter kisses

Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I miss my cocoa butter kisses

I will smoke a little something but I don't inhale
Everywhere that I go, everywhere they be asking hows it going
Say the goings well, go figure, Victor's light skinned
Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell, all praise to the God
God knows he's a pro, he's a pro like COINTEL
Check, check mate, check me take me to the bedroom, let you know me well
I mean normally, you see Norma Jean wouldn't kick it with Farmer Phil
But these kids these days, they get so high, burn trees, smoke chlorophyll
Till they can't feel shit, shit-faced, faced it, 15 hits on this L
Elevated, train, and the craziest thing
Got me feeling like Lauryn Hill, miseducated, my dick delegated
Rap Bill Bellamy, they said I shoulda never made it
Probably shoulda been dead or in jail
Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz
Asshole, absent thumping that glass
Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bong
Rip, brain dead, take a tug and then pass

I think we all addicted
Yeah, I think we all addicted
Really though, I think we all addicted
I think we all addicted

Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank
I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I miss my cocoa butter kisses

Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank
I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I miss my cocoa butter kisses

I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter
Two seats used to be in a jalabiya and a kufi
Trying hard not to be addicted to a groupie
I ended up on an album cover in a Coogi
You see, I be still a God but a goofy
You be flowing out by trucks in a Uzi
That's the new principle, sometimes I'm a be about some ho
Sometimes I'm a wanna make a movie
And when it come to rapping fast, I'm the Higgs Boson
And though my style freakish
I could still break your body down to five pieces like I did Voltron
Cause I'm addicted to the craft and I be off a OG
Know me, I'm the Obi-Wan Kenobi of the dope see
Never scared of mean spirits, methamphetamine lyrics
Cooler like I'm offa codeine, low key
Don't be so judgmental, even though I'm reminiscing
If I don't know what a miss is
I'm a end up figuring out that it's home
And my mother and my grandmother cocoa butter kisses
This is just a testament to the ones that raised me
The ones that I praise and I'm thanking
I need em but the chronic all up in my clothes
And I wanna get a hug, and I can't cause I'm stanking
Never too old for a spanking

Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank
I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I miss my cocoa butter kisses

Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
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