Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hooch, artist - WARHOL.SS. Date of issue: 06.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hooch |
| Uh, yeah |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| I just came out of the dark and we tinted the coupe |
| Fazo‚ they called me a hooch |
| Dive in that water‚ I’m treadin' through pain‚ it’s true |
| A general, give me salute |
| I was a youngin, who’d thought I’d grow into somethin'? |
| Came out the trenches‚ it’s rugged |
| I hit the show and the bag that I count is a dozen |
| Ain’t talkin' money, no discussion |
| I pour the Jean-Paul up in the Fanta, they know how we do it |
| Everything we do exclusive |
| Bitches be buggin'‚ a nuisance |
| I pour the fluid, I need a deuce for the cooler |
| Cartier cost me a grip |
| Bought some more jet-skis, oh, what a trip |
| Ride to Miami, a trunk full of blicks, sticks |
| Nigga, I came with some misfits |
| I keep it hot like a heater |
| He came with Felicia, I ain’t even greet her, yeah |
| Swear the ho just was a sleeper |
| She turned to an eater, she know how I beat her, yeah |
| I ride, two doors |
| Check your paycheck, too low |
| Bitch, I’m Apex, big bro |
| He ain’t even ate yet, he poor |
| Yeah, Ciroc, the watermelon |
| She wanna drank soda, she ain’t ready |
| I was just dozin' at 2 o’clock |
| Had a gun, heard it jammin' for new spaghetti |
| In New York with Dominicans, two machetes |
| I just blow on the zip, lesson in the melly |
| I ain’t fuckin' your bitches, just bring the fetti |
| Send her home on a mission and get her ready, yeah |
| I just came out of the dark and we tinted the coupe |
| Fazo, they called me a hooch |
| Dive in that water, I’m treadin' through pain, it’s true |
| A general, give me salute |
| I was a youngin, who’d thought I’d grow into somethin'? |
| Came out the trenches, it’s rugged |
| I hit the show and the bag that I count is a dozen |
| Ain’t talkin' money, no discussion |
| I pour the Jean-Paul up in the Fanta, they know how we do it |
| Everything we do exclusive |
| Bitches be buggin', a nuisance |
| I pour the fluid, I need a deuce for the cooler |
| Cartier cost me a grip |
| Bought some more jet-skis, oh, what a trip |
| Ride to Miami, a trunk full of blicks, sticks |
| Nigga, I came with some misfits |
| Callin' my nigga, he down the road |
| Gotta check on him, I know it’s mad strong |
| Put a check on a hop, get her mind gone |
| Niggas shootin' like they wearin' blindfolds |
| I get fetti when I got my eyes closed |
| Know she ready, I hit, then she ride home |
| Fingers itchin', I just kept the grind on |
| We gon' burn him, we just cut the nine on |
| I just came out of the dark and we tinted the coupe |
| Fazo, they called me a hooch |
| Dive in that water, I’m treadin' through pain, it’s true |
| A general, give me salute |
| I was a youngin, who’d thought I’d grow into somethin'? |
| Came out the trenches, it’s rugged |
| I hit the show and the bag that I count is a dozen |
| Ain’t talkin' money, no discussion |
| I pour the Jean-Paul up in the Fanta, they know how we do it |
| Everything we do exclusive |
| Bitches be buggin', a nuisance |
| I pour the fluid, I need a deuce for the cooler |
| Cartier cost me a grip |
| Bought some more jet-skis, oh, what a trip |
| Ride to Miami, a trunk full of blicks, sticks |
| Nigga, I came with some misfits |