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Cochise - TRACK 9 Lyrics
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(Woah!)

And these niggas lame
Could've got the bustin', but I went to get it plain
Got piercings on my body, got me feelin' like I'm- (woah-woah!)
Got piercings on my body, got me feelin' like I'm Pain (woah!)
I told you, bitch, I'm crazy, bitch, I'm cuckoo, I'm insane
I might go switch the whip, I might just go and get the Range
Ice on my body, I'm related to the rain
I'm a rare, y'all didn't see it, bustin' out my ring
Pockets go insane (ayy)
Open up my wallet, it go "Ah-ah"
Try the whip, hit it from the back, she be like "Ah-ah"
Keep twin with me, we connected like the wire
I ain't really friendly, if you see me, I'm like "Ah-ah" (hey!)
I put diamonds in my teeth, f*ck the dentist (f*ck the dentist)
Keep a racket in the trunk, like it's tennis (like Serena)
Backflip off the roof, Duke Dennis (Duke, nigga)
I can't-, I can't- (woah-woah!), Shit (woah!)
I can't change, been the same since you met me (since you met me)
I got kids, I ain't rockin' no Balenci' (man, f*ck Balenci')
I got bitches on the plane, Dr. Sebi (Dr. Sebi)
Prayed to God, now my pockets hella heavy (hella-, whoa!)

And these niggas lame
Could've got the bustin', but I went to get the- (could've got the-)
Could've got the bustin', but I went to get the- (I went to get the-)
Could've got the bustin', but I went to get the plain (I went to get the-, went to get the-)

Been gettin' money in this bitch like a has been (wha)
Niggas ain't twinnin' with shit, but a trash can (wha)
I be runnin' 'round with the racks, like the tax man
I be in the cut, like I'm Batman, huh (whoa!)
What you talkin'? I got paper like a Zepplin, huh (ha)
I be punchin' out these niggas like I'm Desmond (hey!)
I don't want your feature, niggas weird (niggas weird, hey!)
Took my blick, but I hit you with a spear (oh, yeah!)
Yeah, like why you actin' like a nigga that you're not? (That you're not?)
Actin' like that player, but you're not (but you're not)
Say you gettin' money, but you're not (need to stop)
Feel like Iguodala with the rock (yeah)

But, but, ho, I'm really like that
I'm tellin' niggas, I'm really like that
Like I don't know what these niggas talkin' 'bout, I'm a real ass nigga
Young nigga, rich nigga, cool nigga, that nigga, that one, the one, not goin' for none
The number one, the one they always wanna talk to
The one they doubted, the chosen one
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(Woah!)

And these niggas lame
Could've got the bustin', but I went to get it plain
Got piercings on my body, got me feelin' like I'm- (woah-woah!)
Got piercings on my body, got me feelin' like I'm Pain (woah!)
I told you, bitch, I'm crazy, bitch, I'm cuckoo, I'm insane
I might go switch the whip, I might just go and get the Range
Ice on my body, I'm related to the rain
I'm a rare, y'all didn't see it, bustin' out my ring
Pockets go insane (ayy)
Open up my wallet, it go "Ah-ah"
Try the whip, hit it from the back, she be like "Ah-ah"
Keep twin with me, we connected like the wire
I ain't really friendly, if you see me, I'm like "Ah-ah" (hey!)
I put diamonds in my teeth, f*ck the dentist (f*ck the dentist)
Keep a racket in the trunk, like it's tennis (like Serena)
Backflip off the roof, Duke Dennis (Duke, nigga)
I can't-, I can't- (woah-woah!), Shit (woah!)
I can't change, been the same since you met me (since you met me)
I got kids, I ain't rockin' no Balenci' (man, f*ck Balenci')
I got bitches on the plane, Dr. Sebi (Dr. Sebi)
Prayed to God, now my pockets hella heavy (hella-, whoa!)

And these niggas lame
Could've got the bustin', but I went to get the- (could've got the-)
Could've got the bustin', but I went to get the- (I went to get the-)
Could've got the bustin', but I went to get the plain (I went to get the-, went to get the-)

Been gettin' money in this bitch like a has been (wha)
Niggas ain't twinnin' with shit, but a trash can (wha)
I be runnin' 'round with the racks, like the tax man
I be in the cut, like I'm Batman, huh (whoa!)
What you talkin'? I got paper like a Zepplin, huh (ha)
I be punchin' out these niggas like I'm Desmond (hey!)
I don't want your feature, niggas weird (niggas weird, hey!)
Took my blick, but I hit you with a spear (oh, yeah!)
Yeah, like why you actin' like a nigga that you're not? (That you're not?)
Actin' like that player, but you're not (but you're not)
Say you gettin' money, but you're not (need to stop)
Feel like Iguodala with the rock (yeah)

But, but, ho, I'm really like that
I'm tellin' niggas, I'm really like that
Like I don't know what these niggas talkin' 'bout, I'm a real ass nigga
Young nigga, rich nigga, cool nigga, that nigga, that one, the one, not goin' for none
The number one, the one they always wanna talk to
The one they doubted, the chosen one
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Writer: Terrell Cox, Xavier Perez, Herman Kiafuca, Fateh Mohammed Aminur Rahman, Cody Oleszczuk, Carlos Rebata, Beck Unruh, Owen Ferguson, Richard Joseph Pasin
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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