Cohib Letra

Whoo Im a boss so I hit her with the little head game I can tell she like to taste sweet things First thing I met her for sense a switch go Damn I been gone too long She know what the business was I told her to get at it Took the lead promo static Puerto Rican mix sweet tone Only promise she was with this cat standing 6'4" She said I ride my own (check) Go away (check) Don't worry bout it your just another pay (check) She said I aint gotta ask anything I want (yet) I said what that's called when you move it like (that) She kept reiterating she had a thing for (sex) A man and another man she tried (yet) So I pulled back put it up another drink She like tell me what you think Gotta just take another puff Chorus (x2) She wanna smoke cohiba You gotta work for that Gotta work for that Can I smoke your cohiba You gotta work for that Gotta work for that She wanna smoke my cohiba You gotta work for that Gotta work for that Can I smoke your cohiba You gotta work for that Gotta work for that She told me not to think how could I hesitate Who would love the chance Just to give it to me I knew it the things I would do to her But I keep thinking me him and her But the obvious told me believe her Heard that she giving me the fever Slow up ma and kick back While I think about what im gon do with that She said I ride my own (check) Go away (check) Don't worry about it Your just another pay (check) She said I aint gotta ask anything I want (yet) I said well < P> What's that called when you move it like (that) [ Lyrics found on http://www.metrolyrics.com ] She kept reiterating She had a thing for (thing for) A man and another man she tried (she tried) So I pulled back put it up another drink She like tell me what you think Got to just take another puff Chorus (x2) She wanna smoke cohiba You gotta work for that Gotta work for that Can I smoke your cohiba You gotta work for that Gotta work for that She wanna smoke my cohiba You gotta work for that Gotta work for that Can I smoke your cohiba You gotta work for that Gotta work for that Fat joe You wanna smoke my smoke my Who else but good crack now In The Maybach With a hat down got money And we don't know how to act now On Tour puff this 'til we pass out Man he so crazy and he my baby And he gon pay me now He sound crazy 'cause he aint got paying And you aint staying now cash talk With a project Fat in a palm and it got knocked 'cause she palm from the Bronx With the hardest lift Yea Death Before Dis-Hounor Kid Chorus (x2) She wanna smoke cohiba You gotta work for that Gotta work for that Can I smoke your cohiba You gotta work for that Gotta work for that She wanna smoke my cohiba You gotta work for that Gotta work for that Can I smoke your cohiba You gotta work for that Gotta work for that