CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Coochie Loose
(Enrgy, made this one)
Enrgy, man, why you do that man?
Oooh
Bro put a silencer on the (Pew), this b*t*h shoot like (Yeah)
Bro put a silencer on the (Pew), this b*t*h look like Pegs
Ridin' around with two old chops, this b*t*h look like legs
Hit a n***a with a mop stick, this b*t*h look like dreads
I be ridin' around with a Stallion, this b*t*h look like Meg (Yeah)
Damn, I can't rap no more (No)
Bro got 25 to life, he can't trap no more (F**k)
I done filled my book bag up, I can't stack no more (Yeah)
Lil bro got caught on the camera, he can't jack no more (Damn)
Sippin' purple Wockhardt, ain't no act no more (No)
I just bought a Gen 5 Glock, I can't scrap no more (Yeah)
Never mind, the polic? took my gun, I ain't strapped no more
I know my old b*t*h hittin' blow, she ain't fat no mor?
I be showin' my a**, like literally, I have my pants down
Who all wanna get killed? Alright, put your hands down
It's hot around my hood, so it be hard to put the fan down
I probably look broke, but it's a couple hundred bands around (Yeah)
Super charger on the AR, this b*t*h chase cars
Fire comin' out the back part, like a race car
I be takin' n***as hoes inside the bar, I don't take bars
I'm finna kill a lot of people, I just pressed up fake bars (Alright)
I be sayin' real sh*t, not no fake bars
I just charged a n***a 33 hundred, for 8 bars (Man, okay)
I just put it on the table, like I play cards (Damn)
Okay, I'm playin' with some paper, I don't play hard (Yeah)
A lot of n***as soundin' like this, but they ain't hard
If you got some sh*t to say about us, tell 'em they charge
Fans in the crowd yellin' crazy, like dogs barking (Ahhh!)
It's hard to find love, cause I'm cold hearted
I don't use a key no more, I'm remote startin' (Yeah)
Got her off of top, think it's us seeing ghost parking (Fasho)
I'm so lit right now, I'm havin' sex broad day
The Coochie song to us was like Mike Epps in Friday
Bro put a silencer on the, ahhh!
Bro put a silencer on the, sound like bottles poppin'
Hit you 'cross the head with champagne, sound like bottles droppin'
Bro just pulled up in a Hellcat, sound like rockets launchin'
You tryna guess what I made, you be pocket watchin'
This b*t*h shakin' coochie hard, her panties knockin'
New b*t*h went and bought some breasts, she went thittie shoppin'
Puff Daddy when I'm in the pu**y, I'm Diddy Boppin'
Which b*t*h I'ma f**k tonight? I got 60 options
I be drivin' foreign sh*t through the hood, you have Hemi problems
See [?] lookin' off, he miss Remy probably
I need to hit the clinic probably, man, I be f**kin' anybody (Damn)
It's guaranteed she goin' to hell, she got 50 bodies
Pu**y blew up, she can stuff a Henny bottle (Man)
But I ain't gon lie, she got Figi Water
Can't remember what I f**ked today, think it was Keke probably
I ain't talkin' bout the other Keisha, that's a different problem (Yeah)
My b*t*h cheated and got burned, I got a different problem
I had to get some sh*t aborted, finna kill somebody
I be with real kidnappers, we'll steal somebody
I don't know how much money I spent, a million probably
Okay, if Coochie gettin' old, it's some pu**y now (Yeah)
She just moaned real loud, she don't grab and shout
Okay, the pu**y on the floor, she pa**ed it out
Caught me drunk, I damn near ate the pu**y out (Ugh)
She got the best cut pu**y, Filet Mignon (Yeah)
These hoes let me clean down, to the flesh and bone
She can make that a** shake, do a thunderclap
Shhh
Before they hear where we f**kin' at (Yeah, like that)
If the pu**y got a smell, I ain't comin' back (Ahhh!)
F**kin' in the Coochie Man position, ahhhh!
F**kin' in the Coochie Man position, burnin' belly fat
I'm finna pull up on you, right where you get ready at
Coochie slapped the a**, it ain't shake, it was f**kin' flat
F**k, I should've drunk my whole cup, now it's f**kin' flat
We are the hottest muthaf**kas on the f**kin' map
F**k, I done f**ked up the pape, gotta get it back
Damn, I would've wished you closed your eyes, why you witness that? (Damn)
I was high as hell for 10 hours, I was sippin' act
Hot as hell, runnin' through the city with 100 racks
Can't believe I made 100,000 off of mumble rap
Can't believe we made it through the struggle, can't stumble back
Not at all
Ha
Enrgy, man, why you do that man?
Oooh
Bro put a silencer on the (Pew), this b*t*h shoot like (Yeah)
Bro put a silencer on the (Pew), this b*t*h look like Pegs
Ridin' around with two old chops, this b*t*h look like legs
Hit a n***a with a mop stick, this b*t*h look like dreads
I be ridin' around with a Stallion, this b*t*h look like Meg (Yeah)
Damn, I can't rap no more (No)
Bro got 25 to life, he can't trap no more (F**k)
I done filled my book bag up, I can't stack no more (Yeah)
Lil bro got caught on the camera, he can't jack no more (Damn)
Sippin' purple Wockhardt, ain't no act no more (No)
I just bought a Gen 5 Glock, I can't scrap no more (Yeah)
Never mind, the polic? took my gun, I ain't strapped no more
I know my old b*t*h hittin' blow, she ain't fat no mor?
I be showin' my a**, like literally, I have my pants down
Who all wanna get killed? Alright, put your hands down
It's hot around my hood, so it be hard to put the fan down
I probably look broke, but it's a couple hundred bands around (Yeah)
Super charger on the AR, this b*t*h chase cars
Fire comin' out the back part, like a race car
I be takin' n***as hoes inside the bar, I don't take bars
I'm finna kill a lot of people, I just pressed up fake bars (Alright)
I be sayin' real sh*t, not no fake bars
I just charged a n***a 33 hundred, for 8 bars (Man, okay)
I just put it on the table, like I play cards (Damn)
Okay, I'm playin' with some paper, I don't play hard (Yeah)
A lot of n***as soundin' like this, but they ain't hard
If you got some sh*t to say about us, tell 'em they charge
Fans in the crowd yellin' crazy, like dogs barking (Ahhh!)
It's hard to find love, cause I'm cold hearted
I don't use a key no more, I'm remote startin' (Yeah)
Got her off of top, think it's us seeing ghost parking (Fasho)
I'm so lit right now, I'm havin' sex broad day
The Coochie song to us was like Mike Epps in Friday
Bro put a silencer on the, ahhh!
Bro put a silencer on the, sound like bottles poppin'
Hit you 'cross the head with champagne, sound like bottles droppin'
Bro just pulled up in a Hellcat, sound like rockets launchin'
You tryna guess what I made, you be pocket watchin'
This b*t*h shakin' coochie hard, her panties knockin'
New b*t*h went and bought some breasts, she went thittie shoppin'
Puff Daddy when I'm in the pu**y, I'm Diddy Boppin'
Which b*t*h I'ma f**k tonight? I got 60 options
I be drivin' foreign sh*t through the hood, you have Hemi problems
See [?] lookin' off, he miss Remy probably
I need to hit the clinic probably, man, I be f**kin' anybody (Damn)
It's guaranteed she goin' to hell, she got 50 bodies
Pu**y blew up, she can stuff a Henny bottle (Man)
But I ain't gon lie, she got Figi Water
Can't remember what I f**ked today, think it was Keke probably
I ain't talkin' bout the other Keisha, that's a different problem (Yeah)
My b*t*h cheated and got burned, I got a different problem
I had to get some sh*t aborted, finna kill somebody
I be with real kidnappers, we'll steal somebody
I don't know how much money I spent, a million probably
Okay, if Coochie gettin' old, it's some pu**y now (Yeah)
She just moaned real loud, she don't grab and shout
Okay, the pu**y on the floor, she pa**ed it out
Caught me drunk, I damn near ate the pu**y out (Ugh)
She got the best cut pu**y, Filet Mignon (Yeah)
These hoes let me clean down, to the flesh and bone
She can make that a** shake, do a thunderclap
Shhh
Before they hear where we f**kin' at (Yeah, like that)
If the pu**y got a smell, I ain't comin' back (Ahhh!)
F**kin' in the Coochie Man position, ahhhh!
F**kin' in the Coochie Man position, burnin' belly fat
I'm finna pull up on you, right where you get ready at
Coochie slapped the a**, it ain't shake, it was f**kin' flat
F**k, I should've drunk my whole cup, now it's f**kin' flat
We are the hottest muthaf**kas on the f**kin' map
F**k, I done f**ked up the pape, gotta get it back
Damn, I would've wished you closed your eyes, why you witness that? (Damn)
I was high as hell for 10 hours, I was sippin' act
Hot as hell, runnin' through the city with 100 racks
Can't believe I made 100,000 off of mumble rap
Can't believe we made it through the struggle, can't stumble back
Not at all
Ha
