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letra de chicago freestyle - cochise

[intro]
it’s damian marley and you here with montreality goin’ on, glee
woaaaah, bomboclat
ayy

[refrain]
so geeked up, n-ggas know where i’m at
brake ass ho’, i ain’t f-ck with that (grr)
i put the pole in yo’ back
dirty ass gun, can’t hold my strap (facts)
i don’t even care who is that (huh)

[chorus]
you can’t bag him (yeah), you can’t sag him (sag him)
in my bag, yeah, forty racks, yeah
you get tax, yeah, i’m gon’ text him (text)
he talk too much, we go whack him (whack him)

[verse]
talk too much, choppa, eat lunch (ayy)
bad b-tch hunch (huh), hundred bags, us (huh)
i whopped the benz out the mud
my brother gon’ run, i’ma ride (grr)
choppa stand up, heard he want smoke, come get cancer (aah; p-ssy)
i whopped the benz out the mud
i’m hittin’ his ho’ and i catch it (what?)
i’m hittin’ his ho’ and i—, yeah (what? what?)
i woke up and bought me a truck
i told ya’ i don’t give no f-cks (what?)
i told ya’ i don’t give—
[chorus]
you can’t bag him (yeah), you can’t sag him (sag him)
in my bag, yeah, forty racks, yeah
you get tax, yeah, i’m gon’ text him (text)
he talk too much, we go whack him (whack him)

[outro]
ah, ha, ha ,ha
swiss cheesed a n-gga and his mother, n-gga
i’m lyin’, i’m a liar, i’ma f-ckin’ piece of sh-t
lyin’ b-st-rd, n-gga

- cochise

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