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WIT ME Video (MV)




Performed By: Cochise
Featuring: Anycia
Language: English
Length: 2:11
Written by: Terrell Cox, Anycia Symone Edwards, Jonathan Priester




Cochise - WIT ME Lyrics
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[ Featuring Anycia ]

Too much bad biddies (sheesh)
All this cash with me (sheesh)
I ball like Carmelo, bae, you can pass with me (sheesh)
I feel like I'm Chick-fil-A, got like 50 bags with me
Real nigga, bae, I can handle attention (f*ck that bitch)
Call me favorite bae, say she got extensions (heard that bitch)
Blicky in the bag, bet it got extensions (hide that bitch)
Paper super long, bet it got extensions (talkin' bitch)

All my money Planet Fitness, you can't pass me (yeah)
Got a tall white ho, look like Daphne (wow)
I got chickens in the whip just like a Zaxby's (yeah, yeah)
All this yellow on my neck, I'm like a taxi (yeah, yeah, huh)
I get money like I live in a bank (yeah, yeah)
Smokin' Za', Pacquiao, it might knock you out (baow, baow)
I could turn him up
Turn a bum ass nigga to a boss (yeah)
F*ck a price, I don't care what it cost (huh)
Fu-f*ck a tag (what)
Wanna be me, but you never in your bag (no)
Wanna f*ck, Nini too, down bad (no)
I'm in black in the back of a Maybach (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna get some money, why you ain't just say that? (Why?)
You don't ever have no cash and I hate that for you
You be lovin' niggas, I'm the opposite (what)
She was talkin' crazy, so I had to pop the bitch (why you do that?)

Please don't pop the bitch (pop)
Got some 5 stars on my lineup, bae, I'm Popovic (for real)
Took my shirt off in the club, it was hot as shit
Talkin' 'bout you in your bag, you in a bag of chips (ya broke)
They ain't makin' shit (ya broke)
Got some honeybuns (buns)
Talkin' lil' Debbie (Debbie)
Tryna get some help (wow), go call Dr. Sebi (wow)
Man, this lit done turned me up, I feel it in my belly (belly)
Niggas switch on me so much I might go pull a Melly
All this cash all in my pocket, call me Mr. Fetty (fetty)
All this bread all in my pocket got these niggas jealous
I could pray like twice a day, 'cause you know I'm born ready
That's your shorty? Oh, ok, better get them paws ready

Too much bad biddies (sheesh)
All this cash with me (sheesh)
I ball like Carmelo, bae, you can pass with me (sheesh)
I feel like I'm Chick-fil-A, got like 50 bags with me
Real nigga, bae, I can handle attention (f*ck that bitch)
Call me favorite bae, say she got extensions (heard that bitch)
Blicky in the bag, bet it got extensions (hide that bitch)
Paper super long, bet it got extensions (talkin' bitch)
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English

Too much bad biddies (sheesh)
All this cash with me (sheesh)
I ball like Carmelo, bae, you can pass with me (sheesh)
I feel like I'm Chick-fil-A, got like 50 bags with me
Real nigga, bae, I can handle attention (f*ck that bitch)
Call me favorite bae, say she got extensions (heard that bitch)
Blicky in the bag, bet it got extensions (hide that bitch)
Paper super long, bet it got extensions (talkin' bitch)

All my money Planet Fitness, you can't pass me (yeah)
Got a tall white ho, look like Daphne (wow)
I got chickens in the whip just like a Zaxby's (yeah, yeah)
All this yellow on my neck, I'm like a taxi (yeah, yeah, huh)
I get money like I live in a bank (yeah, yeah)
Smokin' Za', Pacquiao, it might knock you out (baow, baow)
I could turn him up
Turn a bum ass nigga to a boss (yeah)
F*ck a price, I don't care what it cost (huh)
Fu-f*ck a tag (what)
Wanna be me, but you never in your bag (no)
Wanna f*ck, Nini too, down bad (no)
I'm in black in the back of a Maybach (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna get some money, why you ain't just say that? (Why?)
You don't ever have no cash and I hate that for you
You be lovin' niggas, I'm the opposite (what)
She was talkin' crazy, so I had to pop the bitch (why you do that?)

Please don't pop the bitch (pop)
Got some 5 stars on my lineup, bae, I'm Popovic (for real)
Took my shirt off in the club, it was hot as shit
Talkin' 'bout you in your bag, you in a bag of chips (ya broke)
They ain't makin' shit (ya broke)
Got some honeybuns (buns)
Talkin' lil' Debbie (Debbie)
Tryna get some help (wow), go call Dr. Sebi (wow)
Man, this lit done turned me up, I feel it in my belly (belly)
Niggas switch on me so much I might go pull a Melly
All this cash all in my pocket, call me Mr. Fetty (fetty)
All this bread all in my pocket got these niggas jealous
I could pray like twice a day, 'cause you know I'm born ready
That's your shorty? Oh, ok, better get them paws ready

Too much bad biddies (sheesh)
All this cash with me (sheesh)
I ball like Carmelo, bae, you can pass with me (sheesh)
I feel like I'm Chick-fil-A, got like 50 bags with me
Real nigga, bae, I can handle attention (f*ck that bitch)
Call me favorite bae, say she got extensions (heard that bitch)
Blicky in the bag, bet it got extensions (hide that bitch)
Paper super long, bet it got extensions (talkin' bitch)
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Writer: Terrell Cox, Anycia Symone Edwards, Jonathan Priester
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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