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letra de cocky - ceefineass

[intro: ceefineass]
uh
cee
b-tch
look

[verse 1: ceefineass]
money over everything, and i want everything
got reshay up in this b-tch, she rollin’ up the mary jane
i just signed a record deal and start adjustin’ to the fame
all this b-tches swervin’ too much, better stay up in they lane
and i ain’t beefin’ on the internet ’cause i ain’t into that
he gon’ have to blow a couple racks to get the kitty-cat
spend a check and then i get it back, i’m in and out of saks
think he cappin’, i ain’t feelin’ that, i’m really livin’ that
young boss b-tch
started from the bottom, that’s the reason why i talk sh-t
now i’m havin’ meetings in miami with the bosses
i got labеls biddin’ on me like i’m in the auction
i ain’t еven f-ck him and i got this n-gga stalkin’
if it’s big enough, then i’ll suck it like a crawfish
i got rapper n-ggas tryna flip me like a dolphin
all i do is win, but i remember takin’ losses
if you ain’t talkin’ money, why the f-ck you even talkin’?
and i need twenty for a show
all this money comin’ in, b-tch, i ain’t never goin’ broke
had to cut a couple b-tches that was hatin’ on the low
if that n-gga pillow talkin’, tell that n-gga he a ho
i be reppin’, throwin’ up the 7, put on for my section
ain’t no question, if it’s any pressure, then you know i’m steppin’
i be flexin’, shawty in her feelings, guess i got her stressin’
send a message, i ain’t even check in, i could never sweat it
[chorus: ceefineass]
’cause i’m poppin’
every time i step up in the party, i’m the topic
and every time you book me for a show, b-tch, i’ma rock it
and i ain’t comin’ over ‘less you send me that deposit
i’m tired of bein’ humble, all that hatin’ got me c-cky
b-tch, i’m gettin’ cash and you mad, you can stop it
new chanel bag, too much cash for a wallet
b-tches throwin’ shade on my page, tryna gossip
but i don’t give a f-ck about a hater ’cause i’m poppin’

[verse 2: pooh shiesty]
been cheatin’ on my fn, i done got caught up with the carbine (carbine)
certified steppers, totin’ drums, we be marchin’ (nope)
started my own gang, i ain’t no regular artist (blrrrd)
straight to the billboard from the concrete apartments (blrrrd, blrrrd)
i just met wockeshia if you catch me somewhere noddin’ (sleep)
whole millionaire, see too much, still robbin’ (slatt)
cut all of the cappin’ out, you never caught a body (nope)
everybody eatin’ around my table regardless
i feel like i’m beenie, knock ’em off and throw a party (go)
i don’t ‘posed to slide, but i’m the main one sparkin’ (yup)
ayy, 2022, we sendin’ shots out a bugatti (blrrrd)
every n-gga with me was around when i was starvin’
hey, i’m the same n-gga from the trues and the robins (robins)
skinny jeans gettin’ tighter when i stuff both pockets
talkin’ ’bout takin’ somethin’ from me, you off a thirty and a molly (what?)
ain’t no survival when this fully auto get to poppin’ (blrrrd), blrrrd
[chorus: ceefineass]
’cause i’m poppin’
every time i step up in the party, i’m the topic
and every time you book me for a show, b-tch, i’ma rock it
and i ain’t comin’ over ‘less you send me that deposit
i’m tired of bein’ humble, all that hatin’ got me c-cky
b-tch, i’m gettin’ cash and you mad, you can stop it
new chanel bag, too much cash for a wallet
b-tches throwin’ shade on my page, tryna gossip
but i don’t give a f-ck about a hater ’cause i’m poppin’

[verse 3: ceefineass]
kick it with your guy for a pork chop
i’m in miami gettin’ head at the boat dock
bouncin’ this ass, yeah, i’m workin’ with a whole lot
she think she f-ckin’ with me, please tell that ho stop, she a whole flop
big bank take lil’ bank, i don’t give a f-ck what a b-tch think
my flow cold and i spit tight, b-tch been nice with her pen game
came through in that mulsanne, on the late night with my boo thing
we kickin’ it, no liu kang, just runnin’ it, no usain
and i ain’t never turnin’ down, you gotta turn me up
and i can fight, for any b-tch who think she runnin’ up
my own family hatin’ on me ’cause i’m blowin’ up
to make ’em madder, i might go and cop a bentley truck

[interlude: ceefineass]
yeah, you know
these hoes ain’t gon’ never catch up (never)
ever (ever)
you know why? (you know why?)
’cause guess why, b-tch (yeah), yeah (b-tch)
[chorus: ceefineass]
’cause i’m poppin’
every time i step up in the party, i’m the topic
and every time you book me for a show, b-tch, i’ma rock it
and i ain’t comin’ over ‘less you send me that deposit
i’m tired of bein’ humble, all that hatin’ got me c-cky
b-tch, i’m gettin’ cash and you mad, you can stop it
new chanel bag, too much cash for a wallet
b-tches throwin’ shade on my page, tryna gossip
but i don’t give a f-ck about a hater ’cause i’m poppin’

[outro: ceefineass]
yeah, b-tch, i’m real life poppin’
y’all know that, y’all see that every day
f-ck y’all, f-ck y’all hoes

- ceefineass

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