COCHISE - LUKAKU (Lyrics)

COCHISE - LUKAKU (Lyrics) Subscribe here: Follow us on Spotify: Stream: ➡️ Join Our Discord: ➥ Become a fan of Rap City: ➥ Cochise: Subscribe now 🔔 ✗ 📲 Connect with me: ✗ Submit & Contact 🔻 📧: aron@ #COCHISE #LUKAKU #rap #city 🎵 Lyrics: Huh, huh, yeah Shawty know that, hm-hm I can get this money, I can count it in like hm-hm Shawty in the back of the crib, it be like ’’Hm-hm’’ All my n*ggas countin’ up the blue, I’m talkin’ ’’Hm-hm’’ (Hm-hm, ayy, hm-hm, yeah) Bitch, I’m ’bout my blue I feel like Nipsey I been off the drink, I’m feelin’ tipsy Kamisaki on my chest, I’m feelin’ crispy Yeah, I thought I told you, I been stackin’ bread like Jiffy (I thought I told you) I thought I told you, I got power like I’m 50 (I thought I told you) I thought I told you could throw it like a frisbee I thought I told you, I can sing it like I’m Whitney (I thought I told you) Yee, yee (Ah, ha) Yee, yee (Ah, ha) Yee, yee (Ah, ha) [Chorus] Bad bih’, on me (Yee, yee, yeah) Ridin’ Poney (Yee, yee, yeah) Give me cony (Yee, yee, yeah) Patek, Rollie (Yee, yee, yeah) Ricky, Louis (Yee, yee, yeah) Try me toolie (Got the tool) [Verse 2] Thought I told you, got my racks up, now I’m older Got her bent up, yeah, got a folder, it get colder Yeah, it get colder, yeah, it get polar Yeah, okay, yeah, okay Coutin’ bucks, yeah, okay Fittin’ bucks, yeah, okay Feel like Giannis, I’m a buck, huh-huh, okay Like, ’’Where my cup?’’, might pick it up Yeah, she say I’m too fancy, shawty tried to pull up on me and said I’m too nasty Cash yo’ money, I can make it flip just like I— Cash yo’ money, I can make it flip just like I’m lastly I don’t wanna marry a Jane, I want a Ashley (Yee, yee) (Yee, yee) (Yee, yee) (Yee, yee) [Chorus] Bad bih’ (Yee, yee), on me (Yee, yee) Ridin’ (Yee, yee) Poney (Yee, yee) Give me (Yee, yee) cony (Yee, yee) Patek (Yee, yee), Rollie (Yee, yee) Ricky (Yee, yee), Louis (Yee, yee) Try me (Yee, yee) toolie (Yee, yee) [Outro] Uh-huh, yeah Shawty know that, hm-hm I can get this money, I can count it in like hm-hm Shawty in the back, of the crib, it be like ’’Hm-hm’’ All my n*ggas countin’ up the blue, I’m talkin’—