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cooch - mike sherm lyrics

[intro]
(you aren’t even a cool breeze for my man taz)

[verse]
ain’t tripping over no cooch, i’m giving b*tches the boot
i tossed the brodie at ten, i threw on my alley oop
no cap, b*tch, i’m the truth, no room, i’m in the coupe
don’t call a n*gga a snitch, you gotta come with the proof, ayy
so many vegas nights, i got tired of it, i’m to miami
another song with gold, f*ck a plaque, i need a grammy
still got all money, i touch more than n*ggas grannies
threw tomatoes at you, at my show, they throwin’ panties, b*tch
i’m finna let it rip
i got 30 on my wrist, i’m coming with an extra clip
everything i make a hit, lil’ n*gga i don’t miss
every time these n*ggas beef, it always be about a b*tch
cameras in the crib, i got cameras on the whip
hundred dollar cups, 20 bucks for a sip
groupies on my tip, they be sending me their tits
they call me mike sherm, i’m the captain of the ship
i be moving like the president and a cadillac, and sh*t
local*ass rappers tryna battle me and sh*t
eatin’ like i’m fat, i got all type of sh*t
i’m tryna buy a yacht, that look like a battleship
twelve hunnid a tooth, twenty*four for the t**th
i don’t buy her sh*t, so the b*tch say i’m cheap
i’m the type to lose it all and bounce back in a week
if the b*tch ain’t even big, then i’m going to sleep
oh, you ain’t give me hand? b*tch, i’m going to bed
if they ain’t talking ’bout blues, then i’ma leave um on read
hoes throwing p*ssy at me, why the f*ck would i beg?
f*ck n*gga stole from me, could’ve threw ’em a band
old b*tch still mad, i was f*cking her friends
all huns in the stack, ain’t no twenties or tens
old b*tch still mad, i was f*cking her friends
all huns in the stack, ain’t no twenties or tens

- mike sherm lyrics

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