Tag: Cochise

Cochise – OLD TUNES ( Lyrics ) Letra cochise Cochise – OLD TUNES Lyrics
Yo Cochise, a weh dem a seh?
Told her I don’t f-
Told her I don’t f-
Told her I don’t, uh, yeah
Told her I don’t fight, yeah
Told her bring your pipe, yeah
I ain’t with that sauce shit
Tell that boy good night, yeah

Yeah I thought I told you
Yeah I thought I told you
I ain’t doin’ favors, all that shit is over
Might just get the Trackhawk
Might just get the Rover
Might go call the big shots
Might go get a chauffeur
[Verse]
Ok
Hoes, plenty
Friends, many
Bread, heavy
Benz, Bentley
Had to look up, pray to God, had to ask him if I’m ready
Now they askin’ me for change, but where was you when I had pеnnies
Niggas hate on me all day, but I don’t carе cause I got [?]
Like the freezer, I’m bipolar
Hop out the car seat, hop out the stroller
Hop to the Rollie
Why you tryna phone me?
Why you tryna talk to me, I thought you didn’t know me?
Made my momma rich just off of vocals
‘Member I was broke as hell, now your son is global

Off the, woah, yeah
Off the, uh, yeah
Off the drink, uh
Drink off the liquor
They know I’m cappin’, I don’t drink, huh
When I get too stressed, yeah, I can’t think, huh
Had to buss out all my cuban links
If he try me in this club he gettin’ beat, oh my god
I could flash 100 thousand while you blink, oh my god
Making money, that’s my one and only kink, oh my god
That’s so lame, that’s so burnt out
Shawty spent the night for once and she got turned thot, huh
Asked my shawty for another, I got cursed out, huh
I know one way or another it get worked out, yeah
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Cochise – HOP IN THE WHIP ( Lyrics ) Letra cochise Cochise – HOP IN THE WHIP Lyrics
Yo’ Cochise, a weh dem a seh?

Chorus
Ayy (Eurmm), hop in a whip, hop in a Track’ (Ayy)
Hop in a eurmm (Ayy), hop in the back (Ayy)
Hop in a eurmm, hop in the Scat’ (Eurmm)
Addicted to money, addicted to racks (Eurmm)
Addicted to money, addicted to packs (Ayy)
My brother sold militants right through the cracks (Cracks)
These niggas is cappin’, they don’t got no plaques
Verse 1
Sweet (Sweet, sweet), she not with it, delete (Delete it)
I pulled up, I put her to sleep (That’s facts)
The wallaby loafers the feet
Okay, I told her the jewelry on fleek (That’s facts)
Okay, I’m Luffy, I’m out with the fleet (That’s facts)
Okay, she hungry, I gave her some meat
Okay, I told her that we gotta—, huh, yes
I told her that we gotta—, huh (That’s facts)
(Eurmm) Where ya walkin’?
(Eurmm) Where ya walkin’?
Niggas ain’t with it, they talkin’ nonsense
My money lockin’, no Stephen Hawkin’
You don’t get money, bro, why you talkin’? (Eurmm)
Why ya talkin’? (Ayy)
Shawty, gave sloppy, askin’ for a kiss (Ayy)
I told her stop and disappear in mist (Uh, uh—, eurmm)
Diamonds all up on my wrist (Diamonds, they—, eurmm)
Shawty tryna take a lick (Hop in the—, eurmm)
Pour me up, I’m tryna sip (Hop in the—. eurmm)
She not suckin’, better dip (Ayy, Hop in the—)
I’m in New York, I’m ballin’ like the Knicks (Eurmm)
Misbehavin’ like a pit (Hop in the—, eurmm)
Told ‘em lay up on the chips (Hop in the—, eurmm)
Nigga grabbin’ every tip
Chorus
Ayy (Eurmm), hop in a whip, hop in a Track’ (Ayy)
Hop in a eurmm (Ayy), hop in the back (Ayy)
Hop in a eurmm, hop in the Scat’ (Eurmm)
Addicted to money, addicted to racks (Eurmm)
Addicted to money, addicted to packs (Ayy)
My brother sold militants right through the cracks (Cracks)
These niggas is cappin’, they don’t got no plaque

Verse 2
Run it up (Ayy), run it up (Ayy)
Run it up (Ayy), run it up (Yes)
I get the money, the bag
I wipe my ass, just for the hunnid bucks
Got the suey on me, I be fitted up
Niggas mad ‘cause they know they ain’t lit as us
I said me and Brayden better pick ‘em up
Told that nigga come here, countin’ piggy money

Verse 3
Nigga, he over there talkin’, I told him to shut it, yeah
Shawty, you know I’m a freak, and I told her to suck it
Yeah, she bounce on the dick, she bounce on the tip, she bringin’ the fat, yeah, yeah
She makin’ the cut, she makin’ the racks, she makin’ it back, yeah
You know I’ma do it again (again)
You know I don’t fuck with your friends (friends)
Shawty, you know they be hatin’, they be talkin’ that shit
Shawty, you know, I be playin’, but I really be him
Girl, you know I be ballin’ like I’m hittin’ the gym
And you know I be callin’, they be pointin’, “That’s him”
That’s me, hmm, pull up, I hop in the V
No, I don’t run double V
I’m on my bag, double C
Ain’t got no guts, she want eat
Ain’t no way, you talkin’ to me
I count money, forgot how to read
I can buy what I want and I need
Young nigga, I’m rich and I’m black
I can buy ‘bout like four-hundred trees
I can burn them then do it again
I’m so blessed, I can do what I please
I thank God every morning and night
I just hope that I’m doin’ my deeds, huh
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COCHISE – LUKAKU (OFFICIAL VIDEO) Letra cochise COCHISE – LUKAKU (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

Huh, huh, yeah
Shawty know that, hm-hm
I can get this money, I can count it in like hm-hm
Shawty in the back of the crib, it be like “Hm-hm”
All my niggas countin’ up the blue, I’m talkin’ “Hm-hm”
(Hm-hm, ayy, hm-hm, yeah)
Bitch, I’m ‘bout my blue I feel like Nipsey
I been off the drink, I’m feelin’ like tips’
Kamisaki on my chest, I’m feelin’ like crispy
Yeah, I thought I told you, I been stackin’ bread like Jiffy (I thought I told you)
I thought I told you, I got power like I’m 50 (I thought I told you)
I thought I told you could throw it like a frisbee
I thought I told you, I can sing it like I’m Whitney (I thought I told you)
Yee, yee (Ah, ha, ooh)
Yee, yee (Ah, ha, ooh)
Yee, yee (Ah, ha, ooh)

Bad bih’, on me
Ridin’ Poney
Give me cony
Patek, Rollie
Ricky, Louis
Try me toolie (Got two)

Thought I told you, got my racks up, now I’m older
Got a backup, got a folder, it get colder
Yeah, it get colder, yeah, it get polar
Yeah, okay, yeah, okay
Coutin’ bucks, yeah, okay
Fittin’ bucks, yeah, okay
Feel like Giannis, I’m a buck, huh-huh, okay
Like, “Where my cup? “, might pick it up
Yeah, she say I’m too fancy, shawty tried to pull up on me and said I’m too nasty
Cash yo’ money, I can make it flip just like I-
Cash yo’ money, I can make it flip just like I’m lastly
I don’t wanna marry a Jane, I want a Ashley

Bad bih’, on me
Ridin’ Poney
Give me cony
Patek, Rollie
Ricky, Louis
Try me toolie

Uh-huh, yeah
Shawty know that, hm-hm
I can get this money, I can count it in like hm-hm
Shawty in the back, of the crib, it be like “Hm-hm”
All my niggas countin’ up the blue, I’m talkin’-

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