HE HE Songtext
von Cochise
HE HE Songtext
Ballin′ on these niggas (I-I-I), uh, I feel like I'm Kobe
Niggas talkin′ on me, uh, push these niggas off me (I-I-I)
Havoc, pull up on that nigga, leave him holey (haha, I'm working on dying)
All my niggas pull up on that nigga with the carbon (BNYX)
Huh
Yeah, call up my woadie
Yeah, call up my brodie
Yeah, call up the gang
Yeah, call up the homie
Yeah, we goin' out
Huh, we on the track
Yeah, call up the gang
Huh, we comin′ back
He, I got a switch (he-he)
I ride the fashion (he-he)
Pull up, I′m laughin' (he-he)
Hop in the whip (he-he)
Nigga, I′m crashin' (he-he)
I′m in the 'Bach (he), my kind of Wagon, uh (haha)
Might cop that Wagon, yeah (ha)
Pants, they be saggin′, uh, yeah (haha)
Pull up, we swaggin', uh, yeah (haha)
Pull up, he lackin', uh, yeah (ha)
I′m in the game (hey, I′m in the game, hey), ha
Ain't talkin′ Madden (ain't talkin′ Madden), ha
Niggas, they lame (niggas they-), ha
Pull up, I'm braggin′ (ha, yeah), ha
Yeah, niggas they be talkin' 'bout "clone", come and clone this dick (yeah, yeah)
Nigga, they talkin′ ′bout up, come and up this stick (yeah, yeah), yeah
Nigga, he try me, I promise a nigga get hit (a nigga get hit), yeah
Pushin' on niggas, ain′t punchin' on niggas like bricks (yeah, yeah)
Hop out the Rover (he-he)
Shawty she mad (he-he), dick in her throat (yeah)
Top of the hill (he-he), I give ′em hope (he-he)
I'm in the spaceship (he he), cleaner than soap, yeah
And we got a hunnid and hunnid and hunnid
And hunnid and hunnid and hunnid of racks (yeah, nigga)
That mean we got too much damn money
I pull up and hiding it all, I ain′t payin' no tax
And all of my shawties, they cute and they mean
And they got a collection, I ain't talkin′ Bratz
I ain′t talkin' Bratz, but I got me some breasts
I might hit from the back, put my thumb in her crack
Rawr-rawr, haha
Raa-raa
(Haha) raa-raa
(Yo′ Cochise, a wah dem a seh?)
Yeah, call up my woadie
Yeah, call up my brodie (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, call up the gang (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, call up the homie (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, we goin' out (yeah, yeah)
Huh, we on the track (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, call up the gang (yeah)
Huh, we comin′ back
He-he, he-he
He-he, he-he
He-he, he-he
He-he, he-he
Niggas talkin′ on me, uh, push these niggas off me (I-I-I)
Havoc, pull up on that nigga, leave him holey (haha, I'm working on dying)
All my niggas pull up on that nigga with the carbon (BNYX)
Huh
Yeah, call up my woadie
Yeah, call up my brodie
Yeah, call up the gang
Yeah, call up the homie
Yeah, we goin' out
Huh, we on the track
Yeah, call up the gang
Huh, we comin′ back
He, I got a switch (he-he)
I ride the fashion (he-he)
Pull up, I′m laughin' (he-he)
Hop in the whip (he-he)
Nigga, I′m crashin' (he-he)
I′m in the 'Bach (he), my kind of Wagon, uh (haha)
Might cop that Wagon, yeah (ha)
Pants, they be saggin′, uh, yeah (haha)
Pull up, we swaggin', uh, yeah (haha)
Pull up, he lackin', uh, yeah (ha)
I′m in the game (hey, I′m in the game, hey), ha
Ain't talkin′ Madden (ain't talkin′ Madden), ha
Niggas, they lame (niggas they-), ha
Pull up, I'm braggin′ (ha, yeah), ha
Yeah, niggas they be talkin' 'bout "clone", come and clone this dick (yeah, yeah)
Nigga, they talkin′ ′bout up, come and up this stick (yeah, yeah), yeah
Nigga, he try me, I promise a nigga get hit (a nigga get hit), yeah
Pushin' on niggas, ain′t punchin' on niggas like bricks (yeah, yeah)
Hop out the Rover (he-he)
Shawty she mad (he-he), dick in her throat (yeah)
Top of the hill (he-he), I give ′em hope (he-he)
I'm in the spaceship (he he), cleaner than soap, yeah
And we got a hunnid and hunnid and hunnid
And hunnid and hunnid and hunnid of racks (yeah, nigga)
That mean we got too much damn money
I pull up and hiding it all, I ain′t payin' no tax
And all of my shawties, they cute and they mean
And they got a collection, I ain't talkin′ Bratz
I ain′t talkin' Bratz, but I got me some breasts
I might hit from the back, put my thumb in her crack
Rawr-rawr, haha
Raa-raa
(Haha) raa-raa
(Yo′ Cochise, a wah dem a seh?)
Yeah, call up my woadie
Yeah, call up my brodie (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, call up the gang (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, call up the homie (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, we goin' out (yeah, yeah)
Huh, we on the track (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, call up the gang (yeah)
Huh, we comin′ back
He-he, he-he
He-he, he-he
He-he, he-he
He-he, he-he
Writer(s): Benjamin Saint Fort, Terrell Cox, David Bowen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com