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duke smith - cocky business lyrics

[intro]
aye though, it’s ya boy duke
i been gone for a minute, but i ain’t gone though
it’s been a long, long time

[hook]
the way i’m coming kinda c+cky
but this not a stunt
you make me feel like you want smoke
how ‘bout we roll a blunt?
remember days smokin’ reggie, now bussin’ out runtz
used to be going through the line and gettin’ the free lunch
how many people by yo side when times be crunch
n+ggas be saying they gone ride and be dying for nun
my shooter faded out his body and he jiggin’ off the meds
he f+cked up in the mind
them percs get to his head

[verse 1]
three n+ggas keep a secret if two of them n+ggas dead, yeah
flodgin’ play i air this motherf+cker out like aaron rodgers
homies be on go and we get dirty like the dodgers
it’s easy being a rookie on the team ‘cuz i’m a starter
i know her daddy never f+cked with me i f+cked his daughter
flipped her over, stretched her ‘cross the bed i’m in that water
and when she say “go deeper” then it’s that i f+cked her harder
remember getting head in the backseat of his lil charger
aye though, and she like “don’t do me wrong duke!”
but she like, “don’t lead me on duke!”
and i’m like… aight
[hook]
the way i’m coming kinda c+cky
but this not a stunt
you make me feel like you want smoke
how ‘bout we roll a blunt?
remember days smokin’ reggie, now bussin’ out runtz
used to be going through the line and gettin’ the free lunch
how many people by yo side when times be crunch
n+ggas be saying they gone ride and be dying for nun
my shooter faded out his body and he jiggin’ off the meds
he f+cked up in the mind
them percs get to his head

[verse 2]
high as h+ll, i ain’t even on the meds
real n+ggas rastafarian with dreads
pulled the 40 out and smacked him in his head
sat on the scene, smoked a cig and watched him bled
smoking too much gas to the face and my eyes red
all my n+ggas living like we ready we ain’t scared
you better call 911 someone dead
the way i’m bustin’ i drop buckets on his head
run up on me you just bit the bait
cousin told me that he couldn’t serve me ‘cuz he flipping shake
but i still went and copped a grammy just to keep him straight
only real n+ggas and my family gone eat off my plate
and if you run up on me tripping, just don’t hesitate
20 clip on me, you don’t want it, 20 to ya face
i might make plans to take her out and go f+ck on ya bae
at the same time she ain’t important she know i’ll be late
desperate she still gone wait, yeah
and at the same time she know she ain’t important n+gga
this sh+t 23 to the death of me, n+gga, gfm business
[hook]
the way i’m coming kinda c+cky
but this not a stunt
you make me feel like you want smoke
how ‘bout we roll a blunt?
remember days smokin’ reggie, now bussin’ out runtz
used to be going through the line and gettin’ the free lunch
how many people by yo side when times be crunch
n+ggas be saying they gone ride and be dying for nun
my shooter faded out his body and he jiggin’ off the meds
he f+cked up in the mind
them percs get to his head

[outro]
three n+ggas keep a secret if two of them n+ggas dead, yeah
no cap!

- duke smith lyrics

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