Correction Lyrics Coochie Man by YN Jay

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(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
Ice Cuban easy
Ice Cuban
Hmmmmmmm (Yeah, Baby, you did this one)

Ice Cuban easy, yeah I'm on some ruthless sh*t
Hold on let me see the (Uh), I'm bout to do some sh*t
I know a n***a with a bag, but can't move the sh*t
Y'all open up way too long, I'm finna boot this b*t*h
in my stash, I'm finna shoot this b*t*h (What?)
I'm finna pat this b*t*h down, I know she stole somethin' (Yeah)
I got a b*t*h like 43, she my old woman
I ain't trippin' on no bread, I got a load comin'
I been out here servin' Tim, look like the old Duncan
Why you throw a party full of n***as? When the hoes comin?
I just sold my fiend some (Weed), got his nose runnin'
I just hated on some young n***as, feel like Joe Budden
I been stackin' up my blue cheese, I need more hundreds
Coochie Man walked in this b*t*h, got the club jumpin'
Only way you comin' in this house, if you hoes f**kin'
I don't even wanna f**k no more, tell them hoes suck it
I don't take my shoes off at the door, they call me disrespectful
I just pulled up in black whips, I'm so presidential
I been in the kitchen cookin' up, yeah I'm experimental
In the studio with a drum, like a instrumental
n***a said he bought a new whip, he pulled up in a rental
Lil bro really coo-coo, yeah he really mental
If I call them boys, they'll pull up, they gon come and get you
Headshot, hit him in his (Bow!), I knock off his temple
If I kill him now, by next year, bet they gon forget you
They like how you wiped that n***a nose, you ain't use no tissue
I ain't have to use the AR Pistol, hit him with the Pistol
I ain't gotta hit him with the Pistol, I might pistol-whip you
If your b*t*h ever f**k with me, bro she gon forget you
Oh you shakin' ass and throwin' titties, b*t*h I just might tip you
I be drunk as hell, might f**k tonight and forget I hit you
I might fall in love, move away and forget I missed you
(Damn)

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