CHOCOLATÉ – Song and Lyrics by 6ix9ine

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘CHOCOLATÉ’ by 6ix9ine. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 6ix9ine or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Pussy niggas don’t want no smoke
Pussy niggas don’t want no smoke

They don’t want no smoke, they don’t want none
They don’t want no smoke, they don’t want none
They don’t want no smoke, they don’t want none
They don’t want none, no
They don’t want no smoke, they don’t want none
They don’t want no smoke, they don’t want none
They don’t want no smoke, they don’t want none
They don’t want none, no
They don’t want no smoke, they don’t want none
They don’t want no smoke, they don’t want none
They don’t want no smoke, they don’t want none
They don’t want none, no
They don’t want no smoke, they don’t want none
They don’t want no smoke, they don’t want none
They don’t want no smoke, they don’t want none

Fire on a nigga if he f*ck with my soldier
Try and play me like a pussy nigga, but it won’t work
If you need a plate, then you could hit me on my turf
I need twenty-five, try to stick me and that gun burst
I need all of mine, try to try me and it’s Columbine
Let that Ruger fly, automatic popping at your guys
You gon’ lose a guy, ‘tato on the barrel, give ’em fries
On that type of time, for my whoadie, that’s my fucking slime
On that type of shit, pulled up bloody, you get crucifixed
Bet I come equipped, we got extendos, we got extra clips
We tote all types of shit, .357 blow your ass, lil bitch
We ain’t calling quits ’til you end up in a coffin, bitch

I lose my shit when I let that fo’ five go
I’ll blow that bitch, knock the beef out your taco
You know what time it is when we pull up that Tahoe
Unload that thirty clip and I’m busting out hollows, that’s how it go

They don’t want no smoke, they don’t want none
They don’t want no smoke, they don’t want none
They don’t want no smoke, they don’t want none
They don’t want none, no
They don’t want no smoke, they don’t want none
They don’t want no smoke, they don’t want none
They don’t want no smoke, they don’t want none
They don’t want none, no
They don’t want no smoke, they don’t want none
They don’t want no smoke, they don’t want none
They don’t want no smoke, they don’t want none
They don’t want none, no
They don’t want no smoke, they don’t want none
They don’t want no smoke, they don’t want none
They don’t want no smoke, they don’t want none
They don’t want none, no

Pussy niggas don’t want no smoke
Pussy niggas don’t want no smoke
Scum Gang!