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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cochise
Cochise
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrell Cox
Terrell Cox
Songwriter
Benjamin Saint Fort
Benjamin Saint Fort
Songwriter
Davian Bowden
Davian Bowden
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cochise
Cochise
Recording Engineer
BNYX
BNYX
Producer
Hiighstax
Hiighstax
Producer
Benjamin F. Thomas
Benjamin F. Thomas
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Schwabe
Ryan Schwabe
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ballin' on these niggas (I-I-I), uh, I feel like I'm Kobe Niggas talkin' on me, uh, push these niggas off me (I-I-I) Havoc, pull up on that nigga, leave him holey (haha, I'm working on dying) All my niggas pull up on that nigga with the carbon (BNYX) Huh Yeah, call up my woadie Yeah, call up my brodie Yeah, call up the gang Yeah, call up the homie Yeah, we goin' out Huh, we on the track Yeah, call up the gang Huh, we comin' back He, I got a switch (he-he) I ride the fashion (he-he) Pull up, I'm laughin' (he-he) Hop in the whip (he-he) Nigga, I'm crashin' (he-he) I'm in the 'Bach (he), my kind of Wagon, uh (haha) Might cop that Wagon, yeah (ha) Pants, they be saggin', uh, yeah (haha) Pull up, we swaggin', uh, yeah (haha) Pull up, he lackin', uh, yeah (ha) I'm in the game (hey, I'm in the game, hey), ha Ain't talkin' Madden (ain't talkin' Madden), ha Niggas, they lame (niggas they-), ha Pull up, I'm braggin' (ha, yeah), ha Yeah, niggas they be talkin' 'bout "clone", come and clone this dick (yeah, yeah) Nigga, they talkin' 'bout up, come and up this stick (yeah, yeah), yeah Nigga, he try me, I promise a nigga get hit (a nigga get hit), yeah Pushin' on niggas, ain't punchin' on niggas like bricks (yeah, yeah) Hop out the Rover (he-he) Shawty she mad (he-he), dick in her throat (yeah) Top of the hill (he-he), I give 'em hope (he-he) I'm in the spaceship (he he), cleaner than soap, yeah And we got a hunnid and hunnid and hunnid And hunnid and hunnid and hunnid of racks (yeah, nigga) That mean we got too much damn money I pull up and hiding it all, I ain't payin' no tax And all of my shawties, they cute and they mean And they got a collection, I ain't talkin' Bratz I ain't talkin' Bratz, but I got me some breasts I might hit from the back, put my thumb in her crack Rawr-rawr, haha Raa-raa (Haha) raa-raa (Yo' Cochise, a wah dem a seh?) Yeah, call up my woadie Yeah, call up my brodie (yeah, yeah) Yeah, call up the gang (yeah, yeah) Yeah, call up the homie (yeah, yeah) Yeah, we goin' out (yeah, yeah) Huh, we on the track (yeah, yeah) Yeah, call up the gang (yeah) Huh, we comin' back He-he, he-he He-he, he-he He-he, he-he He-he, he-he
Writer(s): Benjamin Saint Fort, Terrell Cox, David Bowen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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