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4AM (Explicit) - Cochise
Lyrics by:Terrell Cox/Nate Morgan
Composed by:Terrell Cox/Nate Morgan
Produced by:Nate Morgan
Oh yeah
Ayy yeah ayy yeah
Ayy yeah
I done tell you once I'll tell you twice
Ah yeah
Can't go in the club without my pipe
Ah yeah
Told her I can buy you what you like
Ah yeah
Told her I don't really got a type
Ah yeah
Told her
Come and ride me like a bike
Ah yeah
Make money every week
I walk in with my pistol on my hand they think I'm Pete ayy
Niggas hella sweet ay ride jit creep yeah
Ridin' 'round the town with an all-black Jeep
Said I got the green after green after green like the parsley
How I made the girls in my phone look like Barbies
How many h*es did you hit hardly
I didn't even know that was your
***** sorry
Is gonna show off
Take my shirt off in this
***** I'm David Banner David Banner
Keep my blicky while
I'm ridin' through Atlanta through Atlanta
I ain't done yet but
I'm ridin' in a fanum in a fanum
All this money on my neck just like a tie
Like a tie
All this Prada on my body I might cry
I might cry
Saw the number on my taxes almost died almost died
Heard you beggin' for some money girl you're fried
Ayy yeah ayy yeah ayy yeah
I done tell you once I'll tell you twice
Ah yeah
Can't go in the club without my pipe
Ah yeah
Told her I can buy you what you like
Ah yeah
Told her I don't really got a type
Ah yeah
Told her
Come and ride me like a bike
Ah yeah
Oh yeah
Ayy yeah ayy yeah
Ayy yeah