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cochello rello - get silly (remix) lyrics

[intro: skimobanz]
yeah, b+tch
pcf sh+t, you know what i’m saying? (haha)
its skimobanz (its skimobanz)
gy, rello, daydoughkage (huh, huh, huh?)

[verse 1: skimobanz]
shoutout my brothers, this sh+t pcf
walk ’round this b+tch, want my head wear a vest
chop wit a stick make you cardiac arrest
known on the block, got a thot, throw me neck
b+tch i got a tec
i’m a dog don’t need no vet
im so icey need a sled
your b+tch kissin’ on my neck
cause she a eater!
douple cup i love pourin’ them liters!
yo b+tch she eat my d+ck, the lil hoe like the fajita
skimo never lackin’ known to keep my f+ckin’ heater
pull up with the pack all the cash go to my visa
lil’ b+tch gon throw it back just so her boyfriend get a feature
b+tch i got thе drip they call me skimo f+ckin’ leakеr
r.i.p my brother duece
slurp a b+tch no jamba juice
lil b+tch wanna f+ck i told her after she gon’ top the crew
the gang we is unstoppable
i like smokin’ dabadoos
lil b+tch f+ck with me, i told her theres a tax that’s due
[verse 2: coch+llo rello]
yeah, even the birds say that i’m fly
yeah you know i’m a h+ll of a guy
make that b+tch shake, rub on her thigh
make a hard verse, only one try
i’m with the sh+ts, that is no lie
dressin’ so clean, bow with no tie
i make it shine, you see the light
i hit these bars with all of my might
they call my rello and i am the only
give her beef steak, not no bologna
i got the fans, they all up on me
your bars are cheesy, mac with the roni

[verse 3: daydoughkage]
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i got h+lla sticks, point it right at your chest
better watch yourself, do not mess with the best
i stay steady movin’, workin’ on my next step
hoes, betta’ step, not distracted by br++sts
these is my homies, they my fam, they my crest
i know you won’t see my girl, when she undress
y’all is not prepared, you ain’t ready for this test
run up on me boom boom boom boom you rest

[verse 4: gotyos]
yeah she a eater, she like eatin’
im a feaster, there a difference
she a beater, tell her beat it
you dont need me not your mister
i like runnin’ up the guap, you ain’t bout it? guess i’ll beat you
you can’t play this in your car, unless you runnin up the engine
i’ll pull this one lil card, swear that no one gonna miss you
and i know you actin’ hard, i ain’t never heard you in it
i got plenty bottles popped, i don’t need you to get lit up
swear if anybody stop, then you gonna get this lip up
[bridge: coch+llo rello & daydoughkage]
sh+t! who dat! who dat! prep!

[verse 5: prepboy sosa]
you know all i speak is real, yeah b+tch these the facts
been through so much sh+t, a young n+gga can’t relax
smashin’ on a 40 and you know i hit the gas
hear these n+ggas talkin’ but they still dead last
henny an bacardi, n+gga sippin’ on some ak
she thuggin’ with a freak so i had to arch her back
never can i show a hoe, more love then the cash
never stop cause time don’t
flexin’ every time zone
i’m so out my mind hoe
still be on that grind though
she say i’m her ring tone
toss it back like ping pong
contemplatin’ mind froze
used to rock a blindfold
f+ck what you sayin’ b+tch, i’m stuck in my ways
pushin’ h+lla weight, tryna get to the pay
i got me some brothers thats locked in the cage
got some real n+ggas that sleep in the grave
handle my own b+tch, i don’t need no maid
don’t f+ck with the opps, yeah i’m steady dodgin’ jakes
yeah we whip the pot just like we bake a cake
i can’t even eat got alot thats on my plate, yeah

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