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Coochie Funk
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Coochie Funk was released on July 23, 2023 by YN Records as a part of the album Been Havin
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Release DateJuly 23, 2023
LabelYN Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM97

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
JAYLEIN CANTRELL
JAYLEIN CANTRELL
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Enrgy made this one)
What?
Like, right now?
Okay
I make a band play this song, at a high school
I was so bad, ahah, I went to night school
Beat your ass in a hallway, this a fight school
I got enrolled in Beecher High School, that's the right school
I ain't gon' lie, I was skippin' in the hallways
Before I got to see— damn
Before I got to know my ABC's, I seen all K's
Canine'll bit your leg up, I been in dog grade
ABCD, hold on, you know I'm from the B
Buccaneer, I'ma Beecher Bucc like BUC
Can't forget the FN, I'm ridin' with my OG
How you ridin' with a snitch? You ridin' with the police
Bro stepped in so much old shoes, he got cold feet
Auntie cooked up so much soul food, make my soul sweet
Cut a **** body up in slices like roast beef
I've been gettin' high in New York for the whole week
I love seein' shit like this
My **** never left the hood, ain't see no shit like this
My **** stabbed me in the back, I couldn't see that shit
Somebody told me the truth, I can't believe that shit
I hit dawg with the dog, but you can't breathe that shit
Make him sneeze and shit
Why you drinkin' all that bullshit lean? That shit fake as hell
Crossover, I just make him fall, "How you made me fell?"
I just cheated on a dummy test, that's how you made me fail
I don't ever do no fake shit, that's what made me real
You seen a hundred thousand dollars, that's what made you sign
Bitch got on so much makeup, that's what made you fine
Nobody made it out my hood, that's what made me try
Jump fresh on the airplane, that's what made me fly
Ayy, everybody talkin' 'bout they got switches
'Til caught with 'em, now they snitchin'
Hit a **** with that Drac', Lilo, he need stitches
Why you give that boy the bag he can't flip? Better get up off your ass and go get it
Green release, I ain't missin'
Bad bitch in front of me, butt-naked, gettin' smacked down raw like wrestling
Haha, nah
Bitch pussy stank bad, that's coochie skunk
Bitch fucked for the weed, that's a coochie blunt
Eww, she got a coochie bump
Bitch got her cat out, put your coochie up
Nickname for the cat, it's Coochie Coo
You out here really eatin' ass, that's dookie doo
When I was young, they called me bad-ass like Boosie Boo
I keep this shit double G like Gucci shoes
Ooh, I can feel it
Bitch, I can feel it
Bitch looked at me— damn
Bitch looked at me said she can feel it
I put it in her deep, she can feel it
This beat so hard, I can feel it
Mmm, pussy so good, she can feel it
Mmm, beat so hard, I can feel it
Mmm, I can feel it
Ayy, she can feel it
Ayy, feel it
I ain't never have no feelings
Can't fall in love with this bitch, ain't got feelings
I can't drop the top in the coupe, ain't got no ceilings
You ain't got no hoes, you ain't never got no bitches
And if you do got 'em, I don't never see you with 'em
Ayy, I don't never see you with 'em
Say you got some hoes, I don't never see you with 'em
Ayy, I don't never see you with 'em
Say you got some bitches, I don't never see you with 'em
****, I don't fuck with him if you never see me with him
You say that's your blood brother, but I don't never see you with him
You say you got Ferraris, but I never see you in 'em
You say you know Jakari, but I never see you with him
Ayy, that's my blood family
I thank God for Patricia Donor, Evelyn, them my blood grannies
Ayy, you gotta listen, this shit simple
It's some shit that I forget, but I will not forget my pistol
**** slid down but he missed, that shit tickle
I just slid down on my opps like, what's the issue?
**** actin' like it was a problem, what's the issue?
I'ma boss, if you out here broke as fuck, I can fix you
I can't lie, it's some shit I can't forget, it's in my mental
When I count money, I can't miss a bill like the rent due
You don't play in pick-up games because they don't pick you
You mad you ain't perform at Rolling Loud, they ain't pick you
Haha, you can't get mad at that
You can't sell weed in your hood because you bad at that
My **** never got a chance, got a chance to make it out
Came up with a better plan, I done found a safer route
Written by: JAYLEIN CANTRELL
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