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letra de coochie loose - yn jay & louie ray

[intro: yn jay]
(enrgy, made this one)
enrgy, man, why you do that man?
oooh

[verse 1: yn jay]
bro put a silencer on the (pew), this b-tch shoot like (yeah)
bro put a silencer on the (pew), this b-tch look like pegs
ridin’ around with two old chops, this b-tch look like legs
hit a n-gga with a mop stick, this b-tch look like dreads
i be ridin’ around with a stallion, this b-tch look like meg (yeah)
d-mn, i can’t rap no more (no)
bro got 25 to life, he can’t trap no more (f-ck)
i done filled my book bag up, i can’t stack no more (yeah)
lil bro got caught on the camera, he can’t jack no more (d-mn)

[verse 2: rio da yung og & yn jay]
sippin’ purple wockhardt, ain’t no act no more (no)
i just bought a gen 5 glock, i can’t scr-p no more (yeah)
never mind, the policе took my gun, i ain’t strapped no more
i know my old b-tch hittin’ blow, she ain’t fat no morе
i be showin’ my ass, like literally, i have my pants down
who all wanna get k!lled? alright, put your hands down
it’s hot around my hood, so it be hard to put the fan down
i probably look broke, but it’s a couple hundred bands around (yeah)
super charger on the ar, this b-tch chase cars
fire comin’ out the back part, like a race car
i be takin’ n-ggas hoes inside the bar, i don’t take bars
i’m finna k!ll a lot of people, i just pressed up fake bars (alright)
i be sayin’ real sh-t, not no fake bars
i just charged a n-gga 33 hundred, for 8 bars (man, okay)

[verse 3: louie ray & yn jay]
i just put it on the table, like i play cards (d-mn)
okay, i’m playin’ with some paper, i don’t play hard (yeah)
a lot of n-ggas soundin’ like this, but they ain’t hard
if you got some sh-t to say about us, tell ’em they charge
fans in the crowd yellin’ crazy, like dogs barking (ahhh!)
it’s hard to find love, cause i’m cold hearted
i don’t use a key no more, i’m remote startin’ (yeah)
got her off of top, think it’s us seeing ghost parking (fasho)
i’m so lit right now, i’m havin’ s-x broad day
the coochie song to us was like mike epps in friday

[verse 4: yn jay]
bro put a silencer on the, ahhh!
bro put a silencer on the, sound like bottles poppin’
hit you ‘cross the head with champagne, sound like bottles droppin’
bro just pulled up in a h-llcat, sound like rockets launchin’
you tryna guess what i made, you be pocket watchin’
this b-tch shakin’ coochie hard, her panties knockin’
new b-tch went and bought some br–sts, she went thittie shoppin’

[verse 5: rio da yung og & yn jay]
puff daddy when i’m in the p-ssy, i’m diddy boppin’
which b-tch i’ma f-ck tonight? i got 60 options
i be drivin’ foreign sh-t through the hood, you have hemi problems
see [?] lookin’ off, he miss remy probably
i need to hit the clinic probably, man, i be f-ckin’ anybody (d-mn)
it’s guaranteed she goin’ to h-ll, she got 50 bodies
p-ssy blew up, she can stuff a henny bottle (man)
but i ain’t gon lie, she got figi water
can’t remember what i f-cked today, think it was keke probably
i ain’t talkin’ bout the other keisha, that’s a different problem (yeah)
my b-tch cheated and got burned, i got a different problem
i had to get some sh-t aborted, finna k!ll somebody
i be with real kidnappers, we’ll steal somebody
i don’t know how much money i spent, a million probably

[verse 6: louie ray & yn jay]
okay, if coochie gettin’ old, it’s some p-ssy now (yeah)
she just moaned real loud, she don’t grab and shout
okay, the p-ssy on the floor, she passed it out
caught me drunk, i d-mn near ate the p-ssy out (ugh)
she got the best cut p-ssy, filet mignon (yeah)
these hoes let me clean down, to the flesh and bone
she can make that ass shake, do a thunderclap
shhh
before they hear where we f-ckin’ at (yeah, like that)
if the p-ssy got a smell, i ain’t comin’ back (ahhh!)
f-ckin’ in the coochie man position, ahhhh!
f-ckin’ in the coochie man position, burnin’ belly fat
i’m finna pull up on you, right where you get ready at

[verse 7: yn jay]
coochie slapped the ass, it ain’t shake, it was f-ckin’ flat
f-ck, i should’ve drunk my whole cup, now it’s f-ckin’ flat
we are the hottest m-th-f-ckas on the f-ckin’ map

[verse 8: louie ray & yn jay]
f-ck, i done f-cked up the pape, gotta get it back
d-mn, i would’ve wished you closed your eyes, why you witness that? (d-mn)
i was high as h-ll for 10 hours, i was sippin’ act
hot as h-ll, runnin’ through the city with 100 racks
can’t believe i made 100,000 off of mumble rap
can’t believe we made it through the struggle, can’t stumble back

[outro: louie ray]
not at all
ha

- yn jay louie ray

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