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cochise - montreal lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
told that n+gga to stop on callin’ me
i can’t do it, i love her, i ain’t doin’ no apology
got more money in my pocket that a lot of
i got so much money, i can switch up the accountant

[bridge]
god been with me the whole time
y’all nig—, y’all n+ggas be cappin’, boy
all them lame ass, you know what i’m sayin’?
know what i’m sayin’?
and these n+ggas hatin’ on me and my n+gga but it don’t matter ’cause out here, yeah

[verse 2]
yeah, yeah
it get messy, call my bestie, diamonds wesley
n+ggas hatin’ on my phone, they gettin’ p+ssy
i be swingin’ with that pole, they think i’m zesty
i just passed to all my n+ggas like i’m messi
lil’ n+gga, that’s us, don’t act too tough
f+ck around, get bust, f+ck around, get punched
give me his lunch, say, “give me that lunch”
i ain’t talkin’ nike, tell her n+gga come and check me
got a couple thousand, see it hangin’ from my neck piece
ha, she gon’ do it for the checky
when it come to me, she gon’ try to give me back+seats
give me that, yeah, uh, give me that, yeah+yeah
give me that top, okay, got me lookin’ like pac
okay, i ain’t sippin’ no rob’
arms swole, got me lookin’ like rock
okay, n+gga, pay me that rock
okay, n+ggas know that i’m hot
haven’t told her i’m an angel, huh, i ain’t with the demons (no)
paul walker, all my n+ggas, they be speedin’
crackhead, all these n+ggas do is feinin’
n+gga think he beatin’ me, he must be dreamin’, yeah
push the srt, the oil started leakin’, yeah
i just made half a million off of speakin’, yeah
i just spent in half a milli’, i be tweakin’, yeah
shawty keep on hittin’ my phone, that sh+t be beepin’
don’t try me, you get shot
took momma to mercedes and we copped it off the lot
i told you i’m not fightin’, if you see, you get popped
the errand that you [?], now it’s lookin’ like some crocs
i told you i don’t stop
[outro]
these past months i’ve been goin’ through alot
but i know that god gon’ save me from the devil plot
why you in the kitchen if you know it’s gettin’ hot?
and if the paper gettin’ low, i scr+p the—

- cochise lyrics

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