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nofridayy – sunday (cocky) lyrics

i am that n-gga
tellin you haters go figure
go talk your sh-t but state facts
we talkin number, we talkin digits
shut yo -ss up cuz yo -ss can get slap
tough with mac, don’t gotta bust it
just gon let denz, my lil brotha bang that
said when you see me, youre gonna beat me
all in yo city, won’t pull up on dad
if you not bout money then why is you talkin
you want my attention so bad
you are a clown
go on with that flexin
before i give you that red nose to match

you pressed about a n-gga that ain’t sh-t
my new n-gga known to empty out a clip
(slow it down)
tough with that shotty
tough with that tommy
he’ll figure out what to do with the body
won’t say a word cuz my n-ggas all got me
dump yo -ss out on the outskirts of colley
(speed it up)

send your mom flowers and i won’t say i’m sorry
down 35 to meet the plug at the valley
back to the studio by 7 in the morning
getting top by your top while a n-gga is recording
bust on his face while we watchin you callin
call that facetime cuz that sh-t is poor quality

i want all smoke
yall n-ggas are all some jokes
reply to your n-gga then screen shot what i wrote
b-tch i’m nofridayy yes yo man can choke
tried to remain humble but now the savage woke

thats that lazy flow, ’cause i dont have nothing else to prove

- nofridayy lyrics

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