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COCHISE - DOUBLE IT UP (OFFICIAL VIDEO)
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Cochise
Cochise
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Terrell Cox
Terrell Cox
Songwriter:in
Aiden Williams
Aiden Williams
Songwriter:in
Harold Harper
Harold Harper
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Cochise
Cochise
Produzent:in
Harold Harper
Harold Harper
Produzent:in
Benjamin Thomas
Benjamin Thomas
Mischtechniker:in
Ryan Schwabe
Ryan Schwabe
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Aiden Williams
Aiden Williams
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Cease and sekkle Cochise hotta dan di wata, enuh Yeah (okay), yeah (okay), yeah (okay), yeah (okay) Yeah, yeah I had to put on the team (team) Baby, it's not what it seems (uh-huh) All of my niggas, we fiends (fiends), yeah, okay Hop out the crib (the crib) Putting a 'K in his ribs (the ribs) Bet that boy work at the Lids (okay) He stealin' cap for the memes (okay, okay) Woo-woo, hop out the- (woo) Ice it, got- (woo), shawty, she- (woo) Pull up and- (woo), ball like the Heat Shawty, she say I got perfect physique I told my partner I'm buyin' a Jeep Spent 'bout a thousand on all of my feet White on my body, I look like a sheep (okay, okay) Stackin' it, uh, stackin' it, uh Rackin' it, uh, packin' it, uh Baby, I'm stretchy like Gumby Baby, I'm makin' this money Oh, yeah, nose gettin' runny Oh, yeah, she call me honey Hey, double it up (okay), I told her, "Double it up" (yeah) She textin' me, "Hey" (she textin' me, "Hey") She wanna go date (she wanna go date) Yeah, I'm out with the mates (I'm out with the mates) Yeah, I'm servin' the plates (I'm servin' the plates) She callin' me fake (she callin' me fake) She sayin' I'm great (she sayin' I'm great) I opened the gate (I opened the gate) My t-shirt is Bape (my t-shirt is Bape) Yeah, yeah (okay), yeah (okay), yeah (okay, ha), yeah Yeah, yeah (okay), yeah (okay), yeah (okay, ha), ayy Okay (yeah), okay (yeah), okay (yeah), okay (ha, yeah), ayy Okay (yeah), okay (yeah), okay (yeah), okay (ha), ayy I'm at the top, toppity top (ha) He talk a lot, lot-ity lot (ha) I'm gettin' guap, guappity guap You need to stop 'fore you get rocked Boy, you get popped (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm gettin' bread, yeah, a million (yeah) I'm eatin' bread like Sicilian (yeah) That nigga just a civilian (yeah) She got a booty, Brazillian (yeah) I got the time like I'm Zilean (yeah) He see the cheese, then he turn into Mickey (cheese) Fell in the trap and that boy getting sticky Ate up her soul, I ain't talkin' 'bout blickies (yeah) Open the trunk and he turned to a hippie Hold (aha), hold (aha) Hold (aha), hold (aha) Hold (aha), hold (aha) Hold (aha), hold (aha) Yeah, okay, she feelin' my bod' (hmm, bod') We play us some CoD (hmm, CoD) We eatin' on cod (cod) I eat it like hog She said she a PAWG
Writer(s): Aiden Williams, Harold Alexander Harper, Terrell Anthony Cox Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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