YOGA FIRE FREESTYLE Songtext
von Cochise

Yo Cochise, ah wah them ah (bullet)
Uh, uh, yeah

I had to double the racks, okay
I had to double the stack, okay
Shawty, she throwing it back, okay (hold on)
That n- so yesterday (hold on)
I′m on my best today (hold on)
Yeah, give shawty a mess today (hold on)
I want some baguettes today (yeah, uh, yeah)

Uh, you're like a pound, we rollin′ 'em up
Gettin' around, I′m getting it up
Your shawty, she got a lil′ butt (lil' butt), yeah
She know I tempted to touch, yeah (to touch)
But I ain′t doin' too much, yeah
I getting ice like a puck, yeah
Shawty she give me a hug, yeah


I get the money, alright, yeah
I get the money, alright, yeah
That boy he talkin′, he don't want to play, huh, yeah (play)
I′m taking your bae (your bae), yeah, like every day (every day)
Uh, yeah, just right on a date
Uh, yeah but I never pay (never pay)
Uh, yeah, she play with me, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I keep my money in rolls (okay)

I make it sunny in snow (in snow)
I'm in here, running from troll (running from troll)
Twenty (twenty), fifty (fifty), hundred (hundred), dough (dough)
When he, see me (where he at?) Getting, low (low)
I brought my lil' fire on the stove, yeah (on the stove)
They used pick on the kid, like a ′fro, yeah
He handle the stick like a pro, yeah
I pick up my chips like a crow, yeah
Velveeta, I′m getting this dough

Ha, ha, yeah, yeah
Give me the pack, the pack, the pack
I put the pack with the mac up to you
My n- comin' and run on the road
My n- comin′ and runnin' the boat
I get the money, I float like I′m boat
I flip it just like I'm under the boat
I get to eating that filet mignon (uh, bullet), yeah
I had to cut ′em off, uh, yeah, just like a price, uh


I had a shorty she white, uh, yeah, she look like rice, uh
I had a buddy, he lice, uh
I had the wrong from the right
Run on me, boy Like a mime
I had to get to the, uh, yeah
I had to fly like a kite (kite)
That boy he talkin' 'bout bite (bite)
I got the money, it′s right (right)
All that I know is a bite, huh, huh

Oh, that′s a bite
I gotta look for the ride
Huh, Sean Paul, they had to give me the light
Yeah, woo, yeah, I got on read
I got the money, it come through the red
Shawty, she pumpin', she bumpin′ her head
I got the money a month from the rent
I had to wake up and count up the bread
I had to wake up and push out the red

I got money on me and I'm feelin′ like Craig
I got money on me and I'm flippin′ the red
If you talk about me, then I leave you on read
Ah, ah, I got the red
Uh, playin' left for dead two, yeah
I got the red Lou, yeah
I got the red Lou
I gotta pay for my uncle Lou, yeah
In Barbados he two, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

That's why they hatin′, uh, yeah
No immigration, uh, yeah
I got a gate, uh, yeah
That′s why he hatin', uh, yeah
They all racist, uh, yeah
Yeah I′m half Bajan, uh, yeah
But I'm Jamaican, huh, yeah

I got a gate, uh, yeah
I got the cake, uh, yeah
I got the regular, uh, yeah
I got the regular, uh, yeah