yn jay & louie ray - investigate the coochie lyrics
[verse 1: louie ray]
i’m tryna see what’s up with that coochie, bring it over here
mink on in the winter, k!lled a polar bear
[?] smoke when you [?] here
[?] do a show in there
i just bought a whole nother house, i can grow in there
i got dogs and cameras with alarms, wouldn’t go in there
her p+ssy got wet [?]
[?] just got some throat in there
[verse 2: yn jay]
n+gga try to tell me ’bout some sh+t, like i’m supposed to care
all my life, i just do what i like, i’m supposed to [?]
n+gga, you ain’t never sold no work, why you posted there?
[?] ain’t no lotion there
never know what somebody [?] might be a [?] there
dead body parked in my garage, it’s a ghost in there
i’ve been mixing up the wok with the c, i’m a potion [?]
b+tch [?] coochie, it’s an ocean there
b+tch asked me what’s that in my oven?
it’s a roast in there
pull up with a rootbere float, it’s a float in there
i insert coins in her coochie, it’s a token there
i ain’t never seen you in my hood, you be posted where?
d+mn, n+gga, you don’t really be outside
have my n+ggas land in your bushes, he’ll sleep outside
i ain’t never need no bathroom, i’ll pee outside
i don’t need no dining room table, i’ll eat outside
bust down with the emerald cuts, look like chandeliers
drunk white n+ggas in the party, they were smashing beers
bumm ass n+gga recycled [?]
i just pulled up in a brand new whip, it was fast in [?]
[verse 3: louie ray]
spitting fire in the booth, just how i feel in here
my last b+tch was so much of a snake, she got cobra hair
i know fasho this b+tch ain’t got a car, ’cause i drove her here
i’m tryna come a lil different, i [?] in here
i be wearing one of a kind [?] my clothes is rare
my fiend hate that he a fiend, smoking dope in the mearor
i’m impressed with what i seen, when i look in the mearor
if i don’t do nothing else while driving, know i look in the mearor
was scared of nothing, but was covered in fear
been great, wonder what else i got coming this year
i know fasho i got a hundred in [?]
spot hot, we be getting too much money in here
[verse 4: yn jay]
it’s hot as f+ck, but we still going
still got the spot beating [?] still [?]
you ain’t ate sh+t all year, got your ribs showing
have my youngings get your ass, put my kids on
riding with a baby drac, i need a bed for it
stepping off in dog sh+t, i need tims for it
got a hundred [?] i need a crib for it
you ain’t never seen me on the block, b+tch, i live on it
can’t even speak about what i did on it
[?] drunk [?] i need a fridge for it
bad freak b+tch give me top, i need [?]
b+tch wanna give me coochie, i need head with it
i just hit her with my magic stick [?] in it
i can’t even drink flint water, it got lead in it
[verse 5: louie ray]
the fish in our water big as h+ll, we throw bread in it
they just cut the beat off, ’cause i said end it
Random Lyrics
- 1986zig - bisschen wie scheiße lyrics
- gerald santos - paminsan-minsan lyrics
- samook - mois disstrack lyrics
- bruhmanegod - résumé lyrics
- yusifsavage - mood swings lyrics
- fmr (qc) - cob&sex&drogue lyrics
- jkharper - ily lyrics
- h'trip - maladif lyrics
- julia golden - talking to heaven lyrics
- sewerperson - angel wings lyrics