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• Artiste: Cochise
• Titre: Usopp
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Dee B got that heat, got that heat, got that heat (Bullet) Uh, (Bullet) uh (Bullet) Uh, (Bullet) uh (Bullet) Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh (Yo' Cochise, a weh dem a seh?) Pull up I'm floating, uh Pull up I'm float—, yeah, yeah Pull up, I'm floating, yeah (Pull up, I'm floating) I got lotion, yeah (I got the, I got the) I got the potion, yeah (I got the, I got the) Shawty she pokin', yeah, yeah, yeah (Shawty she poke, poke) Money, I'm up in the Mars (Mars) Baby, I'm up in the stars (Yeah, yeah, bullet), yeah I told lil' shawty to wait (Wait) No, I don't do any dates (Okay) Shawty she feeding me grapes (Yeah) No I don't really likе all your traits (All your traits) Captain Usopp, he bust at your grape (At your grape) Pray to God, hе forgive all the hate (All the hate) All these blessings, they stickin' like tape (Stickin' like tape) Okay wait, hold on, we at yo' gate (At yo' gate) Ain't no runnin', we do 'em like Drake (Yeah, yeah) I told Erika, make me a plate (Yeah, yeah) Some asparagus toppled with steak (Yeah, yeah) Ichigo, I got my blade on me (Damn) Shawty, she pull up and lay on me Get the Bible, I don't need the K on me All the money, it comin' like hay on it Usopp, one in the head Your shawty she diggin' the dreads Usopp, one in the head Your shawty she diggin' the dreads I'm in the kitchen cookin' like I'm Ned Heard that he addicted gettin' to this bread (Yeah) I'm in the shadow chillin' like I'm Zed (Yeah) Boy, where you goin' grab him by the leg He bust out a nigga, leave a nigga red How do he bust a nigga with no lead Bet I'm the monster underneath your bed Pray to my father that I don't end up dead Wake up this morning, I getting these racks (Bullet) I had to get up and chase me a sack That boy, he talking, I know he don't cap Why that boy runnin' we not playin' track Send me a hundred, evading my tax I got room for my nigga [?] like Max [?] ball, I relax