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cootie - cocky lyrics

[chorus]
on my c+cky sh+t, i’m done sparin’ n+ggas (woo)
when i was humble, they looked at me like i’m little (like i’m little)
you can’t lil’ boy me, i don’t care ’bout that, my pockets bigger (swole)
too much motion, i might just f+ck ’round and hide, n+gga (woo)
this sh+t here like bmf, everybody eat, it’s just not myself
who you gon’ call when it’s time to step? i’ma hit that right road, hit that left
ice on my body, sh+t lookin’ like meth
he owe the plug, his ass in debt
if you ever vented to me, just know your secret, it’s quiet, it’s kеpt

[verse]
‘member i ain’t have no monеy, now i got a money counter
what you know ’bout hittin’ that road and bust it open on the counter? (bust it open on the counter)
i’m a street n+gga, but i get respect and i got manners (hey)
i’m locked in with different hoods, i be in tampa and atlanta
f+ck you mean?
on that door, ayy, lock that screen, tryna turn my dirty money clean
used to be outside every night, now i wanna be up on the scene
if it’s money involved, they want me to intervene (intervene)
when they pass me the ball, i pass that sh+t to the team (to the team)
turn your clique up, dog, like a mouse on the computer
i done seen so many bricks, need to be sponsored by the cooter (godd+mn)
r.t.n. sh+t, real trap, money makin’ music (hey)
and this sh+t ’round my neck glass, boy, you need to see your jeweler (asap)
at this point, i think i’m done rappin’, this sh+t here be wack (wack)
the way i make packs go poof, they think cb got a hat
man, we need a trap award, i know i got me a plaque (a plaque)
i don’t wanna do no song with n+ggas, y’all be sharin’ racks (nah)
[chorus]
on my c+cky sh+t, i’m done sparin’ n+ggas (woo)
when i was humble, they looked at me like i’m little (like i’m little)
you can’t lil’ boy me, i don’t care ’bout that, my pockets bigger (swole)
too much motion, i might just f+ck ’round and hide, n+gga (woo)
this sh+t here like bmf, everybody eat, it’s just not myself
who you gon’ call when it’s time to step? i’ma hit that right road, hit that left
ice on my body, sh+t lookin’ like meth
he owe the plug, his ass in debt
if you ever vented to me, just know your secret, it’s quiet, it’s kept

- cootie lyrics

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