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COCHISE - GOOGLE ME (OFFICIAL VIDEO)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cochise
Cochise
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrell Cox
Terrell Cox
Composer
Cade Phillip Blodgett
Cade Phillip Blodgett
Composer
Hermxn
Hermxn
Composer
Sidney Collins
Sidney Collins
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cochise
Cochise
Recording Engineer
Cade Phillip Blodgett
Cade Phillip Blodgett
Producer
Boytoy
Boytoy
Producer
Hermxn
Hermxn
Additional Producer
Benjamin Thomas
Benjamin Thomas
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Schwabe
Ryan Schwabe
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

And if you touch my money, you get tore up I mix it with the water like a soda I spent a half a rackie on some loafers Yeah, yeah Mix the Hennessey with Cocaine, undefeated When these bitches seein' me, they turn anemic If you're leavin' me on read, you get deleted Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah He a lame, he bе tryin' She ask me what I'm doin', I'm just vibin' She told mе to pull up, she so excited Said she wanna bring her friend, but I don't mind it Keep it gangsta, I just answer with some silence Shawty crack a smile and tell me that she like it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a rich nigga, so I had to— I'm a rich nigga, so I'm winnin' And if you touch my money, you get tore up I mix it with the water like a soda I spent a half a rackie on some loafers Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Pop outside (Pop outside) Now I'm crazy (Now I'm crazy), now I'm crazy This bitch crazy (This bitch crazy), I'm too crazy (I'm too crazy) See my praises (See my praises), feel amazing (Feel amazing) I can't feel my— (Uh, uh) I can't feel my— (Uh, uh) I can't feel my— (Uh, uh) I can't feel my face (Face), I can't tie my lace (Lace) I can't find my pace (Pace), let me pop my—, huh, let me pop my— (Uh) Let me pop my shit (Shit), let me talk my shit (My shit) Let me pop my wrist (My wrist), let me take that Huh, let me take that risk (Let me), let me buss my fist (Let me) Let me take your—, let me take your bitch (Yeah, uh) Yeah (Yeah), ooh Yeah (Yeah), ooh Yeah (Yeah), ooh Yeah (Yeah), ooh I got diamond and it's shinin' They be swimmin', they be divin' Feel like Gohan, I be vibin' At that bitch house, on an island I'm like, "Why you tryna talk to me? Told you, please, don't talk to me" Ain't no shit to figure out, this shit ain't astrology Everything I said, I meant, I don't do apologies Heard these boys ain't feelin' me, why they hate if— I can't feel my— (Uh, uh) I can't feel my— (Uh, uh) I can't feel my— (Uh, uh) I can't feel my face (Face), I can't tie my lace (Lace) I can't find my pace (Pace), let me pop my—, huh, let me pop my—
Writer(s): Herman Kiafuca, Terrell Cox, Cade Blodgett, Sidney Collins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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