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lirik lagu cocky (remix) - shea couleé

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[verse 1: shea couleé]
what you starin’ for?
what you starin’ for?
high fashion, high fashion, i’ma give you more
why you mad, girl?
why you mad, girl?
’cause i’m slayin’ and it makes you really sad, girl?

[pre~chorus: shea couleé]
ms. couleé, i’ve come to get it
gonna go all the way, b~tch, don’t forget it
eyes on the prize, i’m the one to beat
’cause i’m sick and i’m fierce and

[chorus]
c~cky
so c~cky
b~tch, you not me

[verse 2: shea couleé]
i’m sorry, girl
so sorry, girl
that they love me and they only call you basic, girl
just playin’, girl
just playin’, girl
what you sayin’, what you sayin’, why you hatin’, girl?
[pre~chorus: shea couleé]
ms. couleé gon’ be a legend
but congrats ’cause all dogs go to heaven
i can see in your eyes that you mad at me
’cause i’m sick, and i’m fierce and

[chorus: shea couleé]
c~cky
oh, so c~cky
c~cky
oh, so c~cky
c~cky

[verse 3: luxx noir london]
luxx, the b~tch with a walk and a strut
looks so right, don’t make it untuck
favorite coffee? don’t give two f~cks
i’m rich with thе bucks, in luxx we trust
have thesе b~tches gagging like they just smelled something funny
i’m everything you want to be so you cannot come for me, hunty
i eat b~tches up for sport
only on my second course
chew them up and spit them out with no motherf~ckin’ remorse
i’m not one to play with, so don’t be outrageous
i’m looking real sick from my [?]
[?]
i’m young, black, and hot
and you mad that you ain’t this
c~o~c~k~y, i’m also super fly
if you want it, i can get like janet, n~a~s~t~y
don’t hate me because you ain’t me
i’m everything you’ll never be, c~cky
[chorus: shea couleé]
c~cky
so c~cky
b~tch, you not me
i’m sorry, girl
so sorry, girl
that they love me and they only call you basic, girl
just playin’ girl
just playin’ girl
what you sayin’, what you sayin’, why you hatin’, girl?

[bridge: shea couleé & the vixen]
you know i know you think i’m c~cky
i know you know you ain’t gon’ stop me
you know i know you think i’m c~cky
i think you think that you can top me
you know i know you think i’m c~cky
i know you know you ain’t gon’ stop me
you know i know you think i’m c~cky
i bet you think that you can top—

[verse 4: tayce]
oh, you thought that you could top this?
but b~tch, that’s tmi
t~a~y, wanna c~e
[?] c~o~c~k~y
f~ck up the stage, make the whole crowd gag
[?], but these boys down bad
might leave the money up in cartier
i leave ’em in a bodybag
i turn up to the party then i go
i go hard up on the [?]
got this kitty cat without purr
b~tch, i heard you think you the sh~t
girl, we been knew you’ll never be her
swag city, still a motherf~ckin’ hoodrat
if you wanna step to me, better bring a big bat
i did that, let them lame hoes chit~chat
yeah, they big mad, ’cause i’m out here makin’ big racks, muah
[chorus: shea couleé]
so c~cky
b~tch, you not me
c~cky


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