Download Cochise – Pocket Rocket (slowed/TikTok Version) Lyrics | come and get your girl she be tryna flirt mp3

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Multi Talented Artist and Songwriter popularly Known as Cochise  comes through with yet another new hit track titled “Pocket Rocket (slowed/TikTok Version) Lyrics | come and get your girl she be tryna flirt ” and its available here on Shedibase for your free and fast download.

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chorus]
pocket watchin’
heard that boy, he pocket watchin’ (yo’ cochise, a weh dem a seh?)
i pull up with the pocket rocket
heard that boy talkin’ ’bout robbin’, stop it
i be gettin’ mil’ like rocket, rocket
fold that boy like a wallet, a wallet
i’m gettin’ this money, i’m poppin’, i’m poppin’ (yeah)
baby, i’m hotter than taki’s, taki’s
i run up again and they pocket watchin’
heard that boy, he pocket watchin’
i pull up with the pocket rocket
heard that boy talkin’ ’bout robbin’, stop it
i be gettin’ mil’ like rocket, rocket
fold that boy like a wallet, a wallet
i’m getting this monеy, i’m poppin’, i’m poppin’ (yeah)
baby, i’m hotter than taki’s, taki’s (yeah)

[verse]
i don’t pop no pеrc’ (perc’)
jojo on my shirt (shirt)
we gon’ make it work (work)
diamonds on me twerk (twerk)
bet i got that work (work)
slippin’ like i’m kurt (kurt)
come and get your girl (girl)
she be tryna flirt (flirt)
so i told her wait (wait), woah (woah)
wait (wait), woah (woah)
wait (wait), woah (woah)
and she like, “it don’t matter”
ever since a nigga gettin’ money, gettin’ fatter
call me fat joe, lean back with the pattern
i’m like hey, uh, i know it’s okay (‘kay)
sweet like baby ray’s (ray’s)
pull it to your face
finna pull up to your place (place)
fallin’ for the race
leavin’ it open, like a case
benz in the back and it look like ayy
i’ma come run on that beat like yeah
i got pacific, it’s all on my neck
drip, yeah, it’s on me, i’m comin’ through wet
racks on my body, it came with my pack
i’m gettin’ money, i ran up a check
god on my side, i ain’t doin’ no hacks
shawty been on it, she touchin’ the packs
i tear this shit up and get me a sack
i tear this shit up and get me these racks (yeah)
uh, yeah, uh, hey, hey, bitch, bitch
baby, this a two-door, swervin’ like i’m meek, meek
she know i love anime, she think i’m a geek, geek
mama said she proud of me, she see me on tv (hit it)
wait (wait), woah (woah)
hey (hey), no (no)
hey (hey), ho (ho)
yeah, but you ain’t even matter (matter)
ever since a nigga gettin’ money, gettin’ fatter (fatter)
call me fat joe, lean back with the pattern
when i pull up to the spot, everybody start to scatter
tear that money automatic (ayy)
heard that nigga want the static (ayy)
no, no, i don’t do no average, uh (i don’t do no average)
(no, no, no, i don’t do average, yeah, i don’t do no average)
[chorus]
pocket watchin’
heard that boy, he pocket watchin’
i pull up with the pocket rocket
heard that boy talkin’ ’bout robbin’, stop it
i be gettin’ mil’ like rocket, rocket
fold that boy like a wallet, a wallet
i’m getting this money, i’m poppin’, i’m poppin’ (yeah)
baby, i’m hotter than taki’s, taki’s

[outro]
wait, woah, wait, woah
wait, woah, wait, woah
wait, woah, wait, woah
wait, woah, wait