Cocoa Butter Kisses Cocoa Butter Kisses Lyrics Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, igh Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, igh [Chorus 1: Chance the Rapper] 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 (Kisses, kisses) I miss my cocoa butter kisses [Verse 1: Chance The Rapper] Okie dokie, alkie, keep it low-key like Thor lil' bro Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi Wiley up off peyote, wilin' like that coyote If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outie Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a dougie I just opened up the pack, in an hour I'll ash my lucky Tonight she just yelling "Fuck me" Two weeks she'll be yelling "Fuck me" Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie And Chuck E

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