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Coochie Island
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YN Jay
Featuring(s) : Babyface Ray
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[Intro: YN Jay] (Fuck the fire, we got grease) (It's a Wayne beat) I mean like Free Big Meech, you know what I’m sayin'? (Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby) Real street nigga, dog My nigga really changed the world, you know what I mean? And it’s, y'all know what time it is? Alright [Verse 1: YN Jay] BMF wintertime, black fur coat Bad bitch in the club, let me fuck first I can tell by your wrist you don't cut work I be sellin' straight drop, you the type of nigga cut work Bro just quit his job, he said fuck work Fiend called me on the first, got me up first Early bird get the worm, I get up first How you make it to the top, stack it up first You gotta stack that lil' shit 'til it add up to a lot of shit Bitch keep callin' while I'm out tryna catch plays, I’m finna block this bitch Diamonds hittin’ hard, on my Rocky shit Traphouse on Balboa, on my Rocky shit All them boogers in your watch, you got a snotty wrist You ain't know your bitch fucked еverybody in the city? You got a thotty bitch Tryna build an empirе, on my Ghazi shit Gangland talkin’ 'bout it, on my Mozzy shit I'm just tryna get rich with my brother like Big Meech and Terry did I'll make my son beat your ass, you got scary kids I ain’t got no babies 'cause I'm scared of kids Like I'm scared to have 'em, you feel me? I ain't tryna have no kids 'cause this world crazy No, I ain't no stepdad, but that's my girl baby Hate drinkin' promethazine, 'cause this shit make me more crazy How the fuck you nineteen, but got four babies? Damn That shit too crazy I don't like to fuck your main bitch 'cause she too crazy Seven and a half pounds strapped in the carseat like a new baby Damn Feel me, I'm just tryna figure out, like, how you niggas— Like, like, they just wanna know, like, how, how, how we doin' this? [Verse 2: Babyface Ray] Free my nigga Baldhead, he like Meech to me (Yeah) Told niggas keep it street and I'll keep the peace (Niggas crazy) I can't even touch the pop, it ain't Easter pink (Mmm-mmm) Certified Ghetto Boy, ask Peezy P (Ask my nigga) Trendsetter, Wave Runner, Yeezy sneaks (Go) Niggas lookin' sweet to me Break the blender out Dior bubble with the weaves to match Boy, it's wintertime, bitches in a line Chrome Heart, leather crosses on it, you a sinner, huh? (Oh yeah) PUA had you niggas flexin', but you finished now (Finished) Get another pop Lil' pink pill, takin' off, headed to the top Rap gang cakewalk, we was standin' on the block (For real) Heard you got opps, but you fucked up (Broke as fuck) Diamonds in the watch, bezel chunked up You ain't gettin' money, nigga, shut the fuck up (Shh) Man, it's hard to leave a nigga cut up one on one Do you really wanna go to Coochie Island? Molly and Patrón got the groupies wildin' (Trippin') Throw the bag down for a thousand dollars (Come on) Rose gold presi' look like Thousand Island (Yeah) How I'm fresh as hell, I ain't got a stylist Really lit just like a rapper off that Miley Cyrus If you ain't first, then you niggas last Mansion and a coupe like I'm Ricky Bobby, nigga [Outro: Babyface Ray] You know what I'm sayin', man? Lil'-ass nigga, you thought Get your motherfuckin' weight up Not your hate up, nigga Gettin' to this shit, gettin' through this shit, know what I'm sayin'?
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