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Cochise

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Joans Garden


Nah, I got y'all fools this time, hit it
Yo', Cochise, A weh dem a seh?

Yeah, heard that boy, he lied through his teeth (Lied through his teeth huh)
Ain't no way he talking 'bout me (Talking 'bout me, ah)
Balling like I play for the Heat (Play for the Heat, ah)
Ain't no way that boy can compete (Can compete, uh)
He don't got a shot, that boy weak, yeah (That boy weak, uh)
I might hit the gym like Maleek, yeah (Uh)
Who that boy? He talk like a creep (Get it)

Yeah, call me Mr. Winner, I feel like the best (I feel like the best)
You can't tell me nothing since my daddy left (Since my daddy left)
Ever since a jit I'm playing Dragon Quest (Playing Dragon Quest)
Yeah, feature, that's a hundred, I ain't going less (Woah)
Huh, Kobe with the right, Ginóbili with the left (Ginóbili with the left)
I'ma count this money 'til my final breath ('Til my final breath)
I thank Jesus Christ because I know I'm blessed, yeah
I'ma count this money 'til my final breath (Get it)

Yeah, ain't no Dunking in this cup, don't do coffee
I been stunting so damn much so that it's often
I know Cochise run that shit like it's Lost, yeah
I'm on my PC, yeah, I feel like Stephen Hawking
I feel like Liam Neeson when I'm with the Glocky
Talking 'bout fiber and servers, I feel like Hawking
That boy, he running on that beat and I'm just jogging
I'm getting money on my feet I'm gettin'— (Get it)

Uh, uh, I'm in the back, uh, uh, give me the cash
Uh, uh, filled to the brim, uh, uh, give me the cash
My money coming through long in a sack
Get 'em upset 'cause they ain't move bag
Heat that boy up I ain't talking bout temp'
I feel like I'm pimping, I ain't talking trash
What's even wrong? I gotta get cash
Forty years old, I'll still hit the dash
I know it's tragic, that boy, he capping
Don't know what happened but I know what's happening
My homie trapping, he got a knack, yeah (Get it)
That boy he capping, that boy he flacking
He not with action, ball like a Maverick
Caught that boy lacking, he was like "Stop this"
I'm being honest, I'm not with all this
And then he ran like he Sonic, then my money go up
I just wanna know, do you wanna go? (Come on)
Maybe Mexico, you with me the most
Nobody say nothing, I wanna go (Get it)

Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh
Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh
Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh
Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh

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