letra de coochie pout - choppa diablo
(chorus)
b-tch sad and she wet that’s a coochie scout
she running wild and naked with her coochie scout
me and bro just f-cked up set whip dookie out
its too many people in the club with toolie out
b-tch sad and she wet that’s a coochie scout
she running wild and naked with her coochie scout
me and bro just f-cked up set whip dookie out
it’s too many people in the club whip toolie out
(verse 1 )
b-tch whip doonies out
i got her pants around her ankles her coochie out
girl you got a only fans let’s put movies out
watching toy story 3 she whip woody out
d-mn what about light year
this gas pack got me higher than light years
bro snuck up hit him with a right we don’t fight fair
better yet i shoot him first b-tch we don’t fight here
like stop with the rap subliminals, we don’t mic fare
like i don’t rap beef we will slide and get busy
i’m h-ll of buzzed all this drink in my kidneys
let the roof back and let the chopper sing like whitney
too much activist i get drunk in one sitting
b-tch had me hollering to the moon no kizzy
i hit it raw i ain’t bring no jimmy
on her shiny t–th my chips no timmy
on her shiny t–th my chips no timmy
b-tch sad and she wet, that’s a coochie pout
she running wild and naked with her coochie out
me and bro just f-cked up the set, whip dookie out
it’s way too many people in the club whip toolie out
b-tch sad and she wet, that’s a coochie pout
she running wild and naked with her coochie out
me and bro just f-cked up set whip dookie out
it’s way too many people in the club whip toolie out
(verse 2 )
lc’s with me in this b-tch b-tch i been established
n-ggas talkin crazy like i ain’t gone k!ll they f-ckin family
n-ggas want smoke cause they my sons and i’m they f-ckin’ daddy
white b-tch mad cause i put my hands on her
ayy what i look like rapping with a n-gga if i know he a b-tch
shoulda seen his face when i upped the bl!ck, i know he a snitch
pull up in all black with that glock i know he got a
pull up in all black with that glock that b-tch got a switch
i don’t talk to cops p-ssy n-gga i just plead the fifth
i don’t run from opps p-ssy n-gga i just keep a stick
i don’t want your thot p-ssy n-gga you can keep the b-tch
my mom told me pops was not sh-t i ain’t believe that sh-t
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