Mario Vazquez Cohiba Lyrics

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
d___ 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 (s__)
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)
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