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Cochise - FAKE LOVE Lyrics



Cochise - FAKE LOVE Lyrics




[ Featuring Veeze ]

Ayy, yeah, ayy, now you cut deep and once you hear your partner fake
You can't even eat, tells you you can't get a plate
I won't roll no dice with you, RIP to take
Don't make me call my youngin' he might pull up with that cutter
Florida nigga, all my brothas finna gather
My diamonds keep on fighting like they all just hate each other
You said you got some hate for me, I know that you regret it
Ain't mad at what you doin', but I'm mad just how you said it
I might get me a Urus, I keep messin' up my credit
I don't like all my money, all I really use is debit
Like why you lie to me, I know I do it, but you can't
Like man, this bitch annoying, I can't wait to end the day, ha

I'm like why you in my business? Can't you mind your business?
I got all these model hoes sittin' on my hit list
Said she want a Audi and a Benz for Christmas
I hope you don't try it, shooters too excited
We ain't sayin' nothin', it don't matter who and daddy
Drop me in the club and we gon' really start a riot
You're not makin' money why you talkin'? Please be quiet
Too much niggas textin' me right now, I'm gettin' annoyed
Niggas talkin' crazy, now he shakin' hands with Floyd
Don't know what they talkin' bout, I'm only here for me
She like you too selfish, I'm like bitch, I better be

Mustn't know who I am by the way she talkin' to me
City can't be f*cked with rock it like a ROC piece
See this murder one day, I'ma face it, yeah I'm cheap
I was bought the syrup off an auntie cause her lean clean
Use that drink my green dream, but I start takin' Xanny
Her favorite nigga look up to me, but I don't really want to sound arrogant
He grew up not even rap, I'll street that shit, how many niggas got platinum?
I'm changin' the law to free the real, I'm talkin' Kamala Harris
I look at my wrist, a president but ain't nobody elected
Can't post a gram around ugly hoes, be f*ckin' up my picture
Still wanna know how I did it, f*ck rap, nigga I was focused on business
Where the money at, bet I get it, in the Bentley or Honda Civic
Took everybody, still don't regret it, hit the club to the back of the entry
Both f*cked up cause me and Twinski, me and Faze overseas on a spending spree
My pockets all blue like the Ford, my pockets all blue like the 60
I can never be in no orgy, cause ain't nobody really f*ckin' with me
I grew a whole lot, I'm big V, I don't sail my nigga on the 7-seas

I'm like why you in my business? Can't you mind your business?
I got all these model hoes sittin' on my hit list
Said she want a Audi and a Benz for Christmas
I hope you don't try it, shooters too excited
We ain't sayin' nothin', it don't matter who and daddy
Drop me in the club and we gon' really start a riot
You're not makin' money why you talkin'? Please be quiet
Too much niggas textin' me
Too much niggas textin' me right now, I'm gettin' a lot
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Ayy, yeah, ayy, now you cut deep and once you hear your partner fake
You can't even eat, tells you you can't get a plate
I won't roll no dice with you, RIP to take
Don't make me call my youngin' he might pull up with that cutter
Florida nigga, all my brothas finna gather
My diamonds keep on fighting like they all just hate each other
You said you got some hate for me, I know that you regret it
Ain't mad at what you doin', but I'm mad just how you said it
I might get me a Urus, I keep messin' up my credit
I don't like all my money, all I really use is debit
Like why you lie to me, I know I do it, but you can't
Like man, this bitch annoying, I can't wait to end the day, ha

I'm like why you in my business? Can't you mind your business?
I got all these model hoes sittin' on my hit list
Said she want a Audi and a Benz for Christmas
I hope you don't try it, shooters too excited
We ain't sayin' nothin', it don't matter who and daddy
Drop me in the club and we gon' really start a riot
You're not makin' money why you talkin'? Please be quiet
Too much niggas textin' me right now, I'm gettin' annoyed
Niggas talkin' crazy, now he shakin' hands with Floyd
Don't know what they talkin' bout, I'm only here for me
She like you too selfish, I'm like bitch, I better be

Mustn't know who I am by the way she talkin' to me
City can't be f*cked with rock it like a ROC piece
See this murder one day, I'ma face it, yeah I'm cheap
I was bought the syrup off an auntie cause her lean clean
Use that drink my green dream, but I start takin' Xanny
Her favorite nigga look up to me, but I don't really want to sound arrogant
He grew up not even rap, I'll street that shit, how many niggas got platinum?
I'm changin' the law to free the real, I'm talkin' Kamala Harris
I look at my wrist, a president but ain't nobody elected
Can't post a gram around ugly hoes, be f*ckin' up my picture
Still wanna know how I did it, f*ck rap, nigga I was focused on business
Where the money at, bet I get it, in the Bentley or Honda Civic
Took everybody, still don't regret it, hit the club to the back of the entry
Both f*cked up cause me and Twinski, me and Faze overseas on a spending spree
My pockets all blue like the Ford, my pockets all blue like the 60
I can never be in no orgy, cause ain't nobody really f*ckin' with me
I grew a whole lot, I'm big V, I don't sail my nigga on the 7-seas

I'm like why you in my business? Can't you mind your business?
I got all these model hoes sittin' on my hit list
Said she want a Audi and a Benz for Christmas
I hope you don't try it, shooters too excited
We ain't sayin' nothin', it don't matter who and daddy
Drop me in the club and we gon' really start a riot
You're not makin' money why you talkin'? Please be quiet
Too much niggas textin' me
Too much niggas textin' me right now, I'm gettin' a lot
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Writer: Terrell Cox, Karon Vantrees, Jonathan Demario Priester
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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Performed By: Cochise
Featuring: Veeze
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Terrell Cox, Karon Vantrees, Jonathan Demario Priester

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