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cochise - hundred smackeronies lyrics

[intro]
yo’ cochise, a weh dem a seh?
yeah, yeah

[verse]
i’ve been runnin’ to the racks, no way, oh (now i got y’all fools this time), yeah
heard these n+ggas talkin’, no a+hole, yeah
i be getting cash, no [?], yeah
i be coming in, no place, look (carlos is in here, bullet)
getting money, my n+ggas do it everyday (yeah, yeah), yeah
call me mr. carter, [?], uh+huh, yeah
i’ma shoot up on ’em, like a plane, uh+huh
yo’ play, uh+uh, no way, uh+huh (oh wait)
yeah, i’m gettin’ to the money, i know, i know they hatin’
cookin’ on these n+ggas like i’m, i’m cooking bacon
i know that he stuntin’, but i, i know he fakin’
call that sh+t pain when the drake [?]
i’m not fly, i’m playin’, i’m just sayin’
stop the hatin’, you not famous
hold up, what’s your name is? pull up like an agent
money super saiyan, pull up and i vacant
money comin’ through and that’s a rack, oh (that’s a rack)
i be getting money, never lack, oh (i never lack)
n+gga talking clueless, just leave me blank, oh (just leave me blank, oh)
i’ma get the choppa, bring it back, oh (then bring it back, oh)
getting money, you could never get it back, oh (get it back)
[?], oh
and my money coming through and it’s attached, oh
i be running to the money and the racks, oh
n+ggas talkin’ crazy, let me back up (let me back)
[?] i got my racks up (got my racks)
getting this money, i ran it through with the ricks
and when i pull up to the function they wan’ [?] us like it’s catch
i’m getting money when it’s sunny, i’m telling you to relax
her booty shaped a [?]
booty so big i need a whole map, yeah
pull up to your crib, i’m taking all that, uh
give me that, that, that, and that (hit it)
i know how to tell her how i really don’t do marriage (yeah, yeah)
i be goin’ in, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a [?] (’bout a [?])
i be getting money, why your n+gga so embarrassed? (so embarrassed)
i be getting money, all my n+ggas not embarrassed
drip on my body and you know it’s still the rarest
ain’t nothin’ wrong with you livin’ with your parents
posted on a ship and they thought i was a terrorist
back from the pack, get the money and i double up, uh, yeah (double up)
i be getting money, yeah, i doubled up, uh, yeah (i doubled up, yeah)
[?], uh, yeah
back it up, baby, like a dump truck, uh, yeah (like a dump truck)
n+ggas talkin’ crazy, let me run ’em up, uh, yeah (let me run ’em up)
choppa with the [?], uh, yeah
choppa his his head, look like he hit ’em up (look like he hit ’em up)
and i want my hundred bucks

- cochise lyrics

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