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letra de cocky - meekmel

[produced by flamez]

[intro: rich dinero & meek]
ugh! ugh! ugh!
dinero: what they call me
(swear they got eyes on me man.. d-mn they can’t do a n-gg- nothing)
this what happen when a n-gg- feeling himself
can’t stop it though
we bout’ capital
i’m into me, so f-ck your likes
yes i’m c-cky!
(argh-han!)

[pre-hook: miss gray]
they’re watching
wishing they could stop me
they call me c-cky
i guess i’m c-cky

[hook: miss gray] (x2)
these haters mad and they’re watching
they wishing they could stop me
cuz i’m on my grind and i love to shine
so, yeah! they call me c-cky (yeah! they call me c-cky)
cuz i’m on my grind and i love to shine
so, yeah! they call me c-cky

(rich dinero)
grindin! c-cky!
they wishing! and hoping and praying
but i’m praying on these n-gg-s
this confidence alpha

[verse 1: rich dinero]
if you was me and i was you
you’d be c-cky too and you would keep a
couple pretty birds like a c-ckatoo
and you’d be gettin’ guap up in da loop
from here to guadalupe
i’m so fly; this prada suit
feelin’ like a parachute
a pair of paris chicks, french kissing at the rendezvous
haters is watching me but stares ain’t stoppin’ me
i’m climbing stairs, straight to the top like i’m rocky bih
grind and love to shine, year round lighting up da tree

[meek]
. . . sweet melodies, thank you gray for the compose
they tryna’ see me 6’ft till i decompose
switching friends, yeah! i switch em’ like ma underclothes
just to p-ss em’ off, i’m buying me a f-cking boat
taking no oaths, don’t hand me no horned goats
yeah we broke, still so much a n-gg- could boast
of! they say i’m foolish but i’m still tough
on the ground; someone go get me a f-ckin’ crown

[hook] (x2)

(meek)
swear they can’t do sh-t on a n-gg-
these haters got nothing on me man
f-ck em!

[verse 2: meek]
man we used to the dope, homie we used to the flow
we been working all day, need some few change to throw
i’ont need helps, gon’ handle ma sh-t just like a pro
ain’t no sleeping in the ghetto, till i hustle nomo’
anyday, anytime . . hoes after ma bros
m.o.b! stacking bills, nothin’ less than 6 0’s
i’ont f-ck with n-gg-s countin’ money down to zeroes
still no match, i’m the hero y’all just fall below
beneath me, it’s only up here i know how it feels
defeat me? ain’t no one stopping my shine or zeal
believe me when i say my haters gon’ reveal
pretty soon . . . dig up they dead body; yeah! exhume
my bars hot! these words and rhythm gon’ prolly consume
n-gg-s ont’ know sh-t about me, they just sit and -ssume
ha-h! why y’all actin’ so judgmental
i’ve got gray with me k!llin’ this f-ckin’ instrumental

[hook] (x2)

[outro: dj kid chris]
no! no! it’s not that i’m mad
i’m just one h-lla c-cky -ss m-th-f-cker
yes! i’m a m-th-f-cker
but i’m wondering why these b-tch -ss m-th-f-ckers hating on a god-mn m-th-f-cker
d-mn! n-gg-!

- meekmel

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