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Artiste:
Cochise
Titre:
Google Me
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And if you touch my money, you get tore up I mix it with the water like a soda I spent a half a rackie on some loafers Yeah, yeah Mix the Hennessey with Cocaine, undefeated When these bitches seein' me, they turn anemic If you're leavin' me on read, you get deleted Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah He a lame, he bе tryin' She ask me what I'm doin', I'm just vibin' She told mе to pull up, she so excited Said she wanna bring her friend, but I don't mind it Keep it gangsta, I just answer with some silence Shawty crack a smile and tell me that she like it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a rich nigga, so I had to— I'm a rich nigga, so I'm winnin' And if you touch my money, you get tore up I mix it with the water like a soda I spent a half a rackie on some loafers Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Pop outside (Pop outside), now I'm crazy (Now I'm crazy), now I'm crazy (Now I'm crazy) This bitch crazy (This bitch crazy), I'm too crazy (I'm too crazy) See my praises (See my praises), feel amazing (Feel amazing) I can't feel my— (Uh, uh), I can't feel my— (Uh, uh), I can't feel my— (Uh, uh) I can't feel my face (Face), I can't tie my lace (Lace) I can't find my pace (Pace), let me pop my—, huh, let me pop my— (Uh) Let me pop my shit (Shit), let me talk my shit (My shit) Let me pop my wrist (My wrist), let me take that (Take that) Huh, let me take that risk (Let me), let me buss my fist (Let me) Let me take your— (Take your), let me take your bitch (Yeah, uh) Yeah (Yeah), ooh Yeah (Yeah), ooh Yeah (Yeah), ooh Yeah (Yeah), ooh I got diamond and it's shinin' They be swimmin', they be divin' Feel like Gohan, I be vibin' (I be vibin') At that bitch house, on an island I'm like, "Why you tryna talk to me?", told you, please, don't talk to me Ain't no shit to figure out, this shit ain't astrology Everything I said, I meant, I don't do apologies Heard these boys ain't feelin' me, why they hate if— I can't feel my— (Uh, uh), I can't feel my— (Uh, uh), I can't feel my— (Uh, uh) I can't feel my face (Face), I can't tie my lace (Lace) I can't find my pace (Pace), let me pop my—, huh, let me pop my—