TAXIN
Cochise"TAXIN" is a song by Cochise, released in 2020 in the Pop genre. The song is 1:44 long and contains 59 lines and 438 words.
Lyrics
0:10Yo' Cochise, a weh dem a seh?
0:13Yeah
0:13Tax, tax (Woah), tax (Woah), tax (Woah)
0:15He gettin' tax (Woah), tax (Woah), tax (Woah), tax (Woah)
0:18He gettin' tax (Woah), tax (Woah), tax (Woah), tax (Woah)
0:21He gettin' tax (Woah), tax (Woah), tax (Woah), tax, yeah
0:24I had to double the racks (The racks)
0:26The FN it cost 'bout a sack (A sack)
0:27My brother just flew down a pack
0:28I done had to tell 'em relax (Relax)
0:30I done had to take out packs
0:31I done had to buy out the max, ayy
0:33And no I don't have any tax (Yeah)
0:34I done had to come with the hat
0:36Uh-huh, let me get that check (That check)
0:38Uh-huh, let me that rent (That rent)
0:39Uh-huh, let me break your neck (Your neck)
0:41Uh-huh, let me get that cash (Uh-huh)
0:42Countin' money to the ceiling
0:44Shawty, she catching the feelings
0:45Just like a book, I am reading
0:46Shawty, she looking appealing (Uh)
0:47All in my bag, hustle (Yeah)
0:51Me and my cash, couples, uh
0:52Me and my racks double
0:53Heard they watching me just like huddle (Uh, uh)
0:54And I'm sharing my chips like it's Ruffles
0:56That boy wanna be me, talking bumble
0:57He get wet on the street like a puddle
0:59Just like wukong I stay in the jungle, huh
1:00I don't think they like me
1:02Heard they wanna fight me
1:04I be rocking Nike
1:06I heard he rapping on my type beats
1:07I feel like Gucci 'cause I might be
1:09Movie I'm Spike Lee
1:10In a cut in the trap in a white tee
1:11This Cochise ain't doing biting
1:13While you in the trap, I'm in the store
1:15I'm in the racks, I make it pour
1:16Want a umbrella from Christian Dior
1:18No I don't wanna go to any tour
1:19God on my side and he blessing me more
1:21Stick 'em up, we about to rob in the store
1:22It don't even matter if you rich or you poor
1:24I don't wanna hear a word, put ya hands on the floor
1:25They tryna know where I get that
1:27I cannot say where I get that
1:28Walk around holding them big sacks
1:30Yeah I walk round holding the big racks
1:31That's my style, need my lil' fit back
1:33I need healing I bought me a stimpak
1:34I'ma dig all they get like a room check
1:36I might blow on the beat like a Semtex
1:37Ya government cheese, huh
1:39I want a house in the keys, huh
1:40I want a car with no keys, huh
1:42I had to pray on my knees, huh
1:44God on my side never leave
Yo' Cochise, a weh dem a seh? Yeah Tax, tax (Woah), tax (Woah), tax (Woah) He gettin' tax (Woah), tax (Woah), tax (Woah), tax (Woah) He gettin' tax (Woah), tax (Woah), tax (Woah), tax (Woah) He gettin' tax (Woah), tax (Woah), tax (Woah), tax, yeah I had to double the racks (The racks) The FN it cost 'bout a sack (A sack) My brother just flew down a pack I done had to tell 'em relax (Relax) I done had to take out packs I done had to buy out the max, ayy And no I don't have any tax (Yeah) I done had to come with the hat Uh-huh, let me get that check (That check) Uh-huh, let me that rent (That rent) Uh-huh, let me break your neck (Your neck) Uh-huh, let me get that cash (Uh-huh) Countin' money to the ceiling Shawty, she catching the feelings Just like a book, I am reading Shawty, she looking appealing (Uh) All in my bag, hustle (Yeah) Me and my cash, couples, uh Me and my racks double Heard they watching me just like huddle (Uh, uh) And I'm sharing my chips like it's Ruffles That boy wanna be me, talking bumble He get wet on the street like a puddle Just like wukong I stay in the jungle, huh I don't think they like me Heard they wanna fight me I be rocking Nike I heard he rapping on my type beats I feel like Gucci 'cause I might be Movie I'm Spike Lee In a cut in the trap in a white tee This Cochise ain't doing biting While you in the trap, I'm in the store I'm in the racks, I make it pour Want a umbrella from Christian Dior No I don't wanna go to any tour God on my side and he blessing me more Stick 'em up, we about to rob in the store It don't even matter if you rich or you poor I don't wanna hear a word, put ya hands on the floor They tryna know where I get that I cannot say where I get that Walk around holding them big sacks Yeah I walk round holding the big racks That's my style, need my lil' fit back I need healing I bought me a stimpak I'ma dig all they get like a room check I might blow on the beat like a Semtex Ya government cheese, huh I want a house in the keys, huh I want a car with no keys, huh I had to pray on my knees, huh God on my side never leave
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