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hooch - warhol.ss lyrics

[intro]
huh, yeah
yeah
yeah

[chorus]
i just came outta the dark ’cause we tinted the coupe
crazy hoe call me a hooch
dive in that water‚ i’m treadin’ through pain‚ it’s true
a general‚ give me salute
i was a youngin’, who’d thought i’d grow into somethin’?
came out trenches, it’s rugged
i hit the show and the bag‚ and i count it’s a dozen
ain’t talkin’ money, no discussion
i pour the jean-paul up in the fanta
they know how we do it, everything we do exclusive
b-tches be buggin’‚ a nuisance
i pour the fluid, i need the deuce for the cooler
cartier caught me a grip
bought some more jetskis all for the trip
back to miami, a truck full of blicks, sticks
n-gg- i came with some misfits

[verse 1]
i keep it hot like a heater
he came with felicia, i ain’t even greet her
swear the hoe just was a sleeper
she turned to a heater, she know how i beat her
i ride, two doors
check your paycheck, too low
b-tch i’m apex, big bro
he ain’t even a check, he poor
yeah ciroc, the watermelon
she want the drank, soda ‘chine ready
i was just dozin’ at two o’clock
had a gun, had to jam it for new spaghetti
in new york with dominicans, two machetes
i just blew on the zip, lesson in the melly
i am f-ckin’ your b-tches, i bring the fetti
send her home on a mission, then get her ready

[chorus]
i just came outta the dark ’cause we tinted the coupe
crazy hoe call me a hooch
dive in that water, i’m treadin’ through pain, it’s true
a general, give me salute
i was a youngin’, who’d thought i’d grow into somethin’?
came out trenches, it’s rugged
i hit the show and the bag, and i count it’s a dozen
ain’t talkin’ money, no discussion
i pour the jean-paul up in the fanta
they know how we do it, everything we do exclusive
b-tches be buggin’, a nuisance
i pour the fluid, i need the deuce for the cooler
cartier caught me a grip
bought some more jetskis all for the trip
back to miami, a truck full of blicks, sticks
n-gg- i came with some misfits

[verse 2]
call up my neighbor, he down the road
brought a check on him, i know it’s mad strong
put a check on a hop, get her mind gon’
n-gg-s shootin’ like they wearin’ blindfolds
i get fetti when i got my eyes closed
know she ready, i hit as she ride home
fingers itchin’, i just kept the grind on
we gon’ burn him, we just got the nine on

- warhol ss lyrics

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