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Hooch Video (MV)




Performed By: Warhol.ss
Language: English
Length: 2:48




Warhol.ss - Hooch Lyrics
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Huh, yeah
Yeah
Yeah

I just came outta the dark 'cause we tinted the coupe
Crazy hoe call me a hooch
Dive in that water, I'm treadin' through pain, it's true
A general, give me salute
I was a youngin', who'd thought I'd grow into somethin'?
Came out trenches, it's rugged
I hit the show and the bag, and I count it's a dozen
Ain't talkin' money, no discussion
I pour the Jean-Paul up in the fanta
They know how we do it, everything we do exclusive
Bitches be buggin', a nuisance
I pour the fluid, I need the deuce for the cooler
Cartier caught me a grip
Bought some more jetskis all for the trip
Back to Miami, a truck full of blicks, sticks
Nigga I came with some misfits

I keep it hot like a heater
He came with Felicia, I ain't even greet her
Swear the hoe just was a sleeper
She turned to a heater, she know how I beat her (yeah)
I ride, two doors
Check your paycheck, too low
Bitch I'm Apex, big bro
He ain't even a check, he poor (yeah)
Yeah Ciroc, the watermelon (yeah)
She want the drank, soda 'chine ready (yeah)
I was just dozin' at two o'clock
Had a gun, had to jam it for new spaghetti
In New York with Dominicans, two machetes (yeah)
I just blew on the zip, lesson in the melly (whoo)
I am f*ckin' your bitches, I bring the fetti (nah)
Send her home on a mission, then get her ready (uh)

I just came outta the dark 'cause we tinted the coupe
Crazy hoe call me a hooch
Dive in that water, I'm treadin' through pain, it's true
A general, give me salute
I was a youngin', who'd thought I'd grow into somethin'?
Came out trenches, it's rugged
I hit the show and the bag, and I count it's a dozen
Ain't talkin' money, no discussion
I pour the Jean-Paul up in the fanta
They know how we do it, everything we do exclusive
Bitches be buggin', a nuisance
I pour the fluid, I need the deuce for the cooler (uh)
Cartier caught me a grip
Bought some more jetskis all for the trip
Back to Miami, a truck full of blicks, sticks
Nigga I came with some misfits

Call up my neighbor, he down the road
Brought a check on him, I know it's mad strong
Put a check on a hop, get her mind gon'
Niggas shootin' like they wearin' blindfolds
I get fetti when I got my eyes closed
Know she ready, I hit as she ride home
Fingers itchin', I just kept the grind on
We gon' burn him, we just got the nine on (yeah)

I just came outta the dark 'cause we tinted the coupe
Crazy hoe call me a hooch
Dive in that water, I'm treadin' through pain, it's true
A general, give me salute
I was a youngin', who'd thought I'd grow into somethin'?
Came out trenches, it's rugged
I hit the show and the bag, and I count it's a dozen
Ain't talkin' money, no discussion
I pour the Jean-Paul up in the fanta
They know how we do it, everything we do exclusive (yeah)
Bitches be buggin', a nuisance
I pour the fluid, I need the deuce for the cooler (brr)
Cartier caught me a grip
Bought some more jetskis all for the trip (uh)
Back to Miami, a truck full of blicks, sticks (uh)
Nigga I came with some misfits

Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
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Huh, yeah
Yeah
Yeah

I just came outta the dark 'cause we tinted the coupe
Crazy hoe call me a hooch
Dive in that water, I'm treadin' through pain, it's true
A general, give me salute
I was a youngin', who'd thought I'd grow into somethin'?
Came out trenches, it's rugged
I hit the show and the bag, and I count it's a dozen
Ain't talkin' money, no discussion
I pour the Jean-Paul up in the fanta
They know how we do it, everything we do exclusive
Bitches be buggin', a nuisance
I pour the fluid, I need the deuce for the cooler
Cartier caught me a grip
Bought some more jetskis all for the trip
Back to Miami, a truck full of blicks, sticks
Nigga I came with some misfits

I keep it hot like a heater
He came with Felicia, I ain't even greet her
Swear the hoe just was a sleeper
She turned to a heater, she know how I beat her (yeah)
I ride, two doors
Check your paycheck, too low
Bitch I'm Apex, big bro
He ain't even a check, he poor (yeah)
Yeah Ciroc, the watermelon (yeah)
She want the drank, soda 'chine ready (yeah)
I was just dozin' at two o'clock
Had a gun, had to jam it for new spaghetti
In New York with Dominicans, two machetes (yeah)
I just blew on the zip, lesson in the melly (whoo)
I am f*ckin' your bitches, I bring the fetti (nah)
Send her home on a mission, then get her ready (uh)

I just came outta the dark 'cause we tinted the coupe
Crazy hoe call me a hooch
Dive in that water, I'm treadin' through pain, it's true
A general, give me salute
I was a youngin', who'd thought I'd grow into somethin'?
Came out trenches, it's rugged
I hit the show and the bag, and I count it's a dozen
Ain't talkin' money, no discussion
I pour the Jean-Paul up in the fanta
They know how we do it, everything we do exclusive
Bitches be buggin', a nuisance
I pour the fluid, I need the deuce for the cooler (uh)
Cartier caught me a grip
Bought some more jetskis all for the trip
Back to Miami, a truck full of blicks, sticks
Nigga I came with some misfits

Call up my neighbor, he down the road
Brought a check on him, I know it's mad strong
Put a check on a hop, get her mind gon'
Niggas shootin' like they wearin' blindfolds
I get fetti when I got my eyes closed
Know she ready, I hit as she ride home
Fingers itchin', I just kept the grind on
We gon' burn him, we just got the nine on (yeah)

I just came outta the dark 'cause we tinted the coupe
Crazy hoe call me a hooch
Dive in that water, I'm treadin' through pain, it's true
A general, give me salute
I was a youngin', who'd thought I'd grow into somethin'?
Came out trenches, it's rugged
I hit the show and the bag, and I count it's a dozen
Ain't talkin' money, no discussion
I pour the Jean-Paul up in the fanta
They know how we do it, everything we do exclusive (yeah)
Bitches be buggin', a nuisance
I pour the fluid, I need the deuce for the cooler (brr)
Cartier caught me a grip
Bought some more jetskis all for the trip (uh)
Back to Miami, a truck full of blicks, sticks (uh)
Nigga I came with some misfits

Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
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