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b-ly & willfake - cooped up lyrics

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[hook] 4x
we’re cooped up
“ home men” that they dub
expressly, we’re..

[verse 1]
[willfake]
i ain’t got no activities in this small city
so i’m cooped up wilfully
or am i too slothful?
better munch the cuisine at dwellin’ till i got full
(sport!) i ain’t likin’ it
(spot!) my spot’s in my house
big (shot!) in fam ain’t in circ-mstance
layin’ at bed’s better than walkin’ to ‘em buildin’
notwithstandin’ i got no longer hustle
in this hustle-bustle, i watch “ kungfu hustle “, b-ly!

[b-ly]
head ducked, study, nah, i mean study the rap song
no, i kid, i learn the lesson
what the f-ck tussle with my sinister sister?
watch “ new fam 100 “
100% of me and willy is 100+100+160° in my home
we’re homie and we’re

[hook] 4x

[verse 2]
[willfake]
this means we’re keen-witted
‘cause ‘bout playin’ time, i don’t give a sh-t with it
we’re possessin’ ability that mickey mouse
there’s n0body take me and billy’s mickey, ouch
got no stir-crazy, like my granny
said, “better in home than hoes!” (ha?)

[b-ly]
sip the milk, trapped the mice
rhyme this way, we’re turnin’ the radio up
then my grandpops berates
we’re irate, so we do private
thinkin’ about mumbojumbos so over
i get indomie jumbos to cover my tummy
yummy, f-ck it
i put my mind to when we’re…

[hook] 4x

[verse 3]
[b-ly]
in the box, in the clutch, in a pickle
remember kartini?
the stints weedle me (football!)
yes, couldn’t hear me? it’s food, wh0r-!
sat at the home, waitin’ for my inches and pounds, b-tch
my wishes become real
so why do you take the softball, play it
i just yank my britch and kick my feet?

[willfake]
dumb ways tonight, eat and sleep, consumin’
slumberin’, put away, take away
but no flabby i guess
then ma comes with a man that feigns to be my pops in jazz
and i’m gonna do what they want me to do
‘cause they can’t do and i do my best and i’m gonna say, “yes!”

[hook] 4x

[outro]
(we’re a ) cooped-cooped-cooped up, ho, man
y’all (nincom-) p–p-p–p-p–p ab, -do, men, yeah
my abdomen aches! oh!

(you got me f-cked up like chicka chicka cook chicka cooky
in a chicken chicka chicka chicken coop b- b-tch i don’t give a chicka)



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