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4AM Video (MV)




Performed By: Cochise
Language: English
Length: 1:50
Written by: Nate Morgan, Terrell Cox




Cochise - 4AM Lyrics
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Oh yeah
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Ayy, yeah

I done tell you once, I'll tell you twice, ayy, yeah
Can't go in the club without my pipe, ayy, yeah
Told her I can buy you what you like, ayy, yeah
Told her, "I don't really got a type," ayy, yeah
Told her, "Come and ride me like a bike," ayy, yeah

Make money every week
I walk in with my pistol on my hand, they think I'm Pete, ayy
Niggas hella sweet, ay, ride, jit, creep, yeah
Ridin' 'round the town with an all-black Jeep
Said I got the green, after green, after green, like the parsley
How many girls in my phone look like Barbies?
How many hoes did you hit? Hardly
I didn't even know that was your bitch, shit, sorry
Let's go, let's go
Take my shirt off in this bitch, I'm David Banner (David Banner)
Keep my blicky while I'm ridin' through Atlanta (like Juelz Santana)
I ain't done yet but I'm ridin' in a Phantom (in a Phantom)
All this money on my neck just like a tie
All this Prada on my body, I might cry
Saw the number on my taxes, almost died
Heard she beggin' for some money, girl, you're fried
Ayy, you're fried, ayy, you're fried, ayy, you're fried (ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah)

I done tell you once, I'll tell you twice, ayy, yeah
Can't go in the club without my pipe, ayy, yeah
Told her I can buy you what you like, ayy, yeah
Told her, "I don't really got a type," ayy, yeah
Told her, "Come and ride me like a bike," ayy, yeah

Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
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English

Oh yeah
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Ayy, yeah

I done tell you once, I'll tell you twice, ayy, yeah
Can't go in the club without my pipe, ayy, yeah
Told her I can buy you what you like, ayy, yeah
Told her, "I don't really got a type," ayy, yeah
Told her, "Come and ride me like a bike," ayy, yeah

Make money every week
I walk in with my pistol on my hand, they think I'm Pete, ayy
Niggas hella sweet, ay, ride, jit, creep, yeah
Ridin' 'round the town with an all-black Jeep
Said I got the green, after green, after green, like the parsley
How many girls in my phone look like Barbies?
How many hoes did you hit? Hardly
I didn't even know that was your bitch, shit, sorry
Let's go, let's go
Take my shirt off in this bitch, I'm David Banner (David Banner)
Keep my blicky while I'm ridin' through Atlanta (like Juelz Santana)
I ain't done yet but I'm ridin' in a Phantom (in a Phantom)
All this money on my neck just like a tie
All this Prada on my body, I might cry
Saw the number on my taxes, almost died
Heard she beggin' for some money, girl, you're fried
Ayy, you're fried, ayy, you're fried, ayy, you're fried (ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah)

I done tell you once, I'll tell you twice, ayy, yeah
Can't go in the club without my pipe, ayy, yeah
Told her I can buy you what you like, ayy, yeah
Told her, "I don't really got a type," ayy, yeah
Told her, "Come and ride me like a bike," ayy, yeah

Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
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Writer: Nate Morgan, Terrell Cox
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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