j spence cocky reloaded şarkı sözleri

He tryna beef boy you better come with prayer (mm mm) Make his whole click disappear (where) In thin air (POW) Pull up at his crib Don’t give af who there And you can’t speak about the M if you ain’t live there Nah nah yea yea yea mane You know what tf going on mane Mr cocky in this bitch nigga whole lotta cocky shit going on mane Cso nigga Cocky shit only mane I had to reload this mufucka nigga no features none of that shit nigga I’m reloading this mufucka nigga let me tell you how tf I feel today nigga (mmm) It’s that cocky shit reload blowing up c4 Live my life like gta and a nigga put In all the cheat codes Been gone Beast mode Stay faded like bleach clothes take ya Hoes ion keep hoes Got more chips than casinos I balled on em kemo Ba-balled on em free throw and you Niggas talk shit when that door closed But I seen you bitches through the peep hole Holla at my migos We send the shit in a speed boat My watch like the ocean (icey) Got these bitches trying to find Nemo And a bitch I can’t be no (hoe) hard You know how we go And you better dial 911 (fast) like Reno And I’ll whoop a nigga like Debo (Craig) Bank account got zeros Hit the bitch with that shawty lo Because he know she know that I be on my cocky shit I’m on my cocky shit Bitch I be on my cocky shit I’m on my cocky shit Like whew Foreign whip (whip) Foreign bag (bag) A foreign bitch (bitch) A foreign swag I be on my cocky shit I’m on my cocky shit Bitch I be on my cocky shit I’m on my cocky shit Like whew Foreign whip (whip) Foreign bag (bag) A foreign bitch (bitch) A foreign swag So-so much ice on I’m feeling like Rick flare (whew) Jpence you gone rock them Robbins I’m like which pair (aaah) So-so much ice on ya boy make ya bitch stare (she choosing) And I switch cars more than she Switch hair Bad light skin bitch she got slick hair (aaayyee) Nutted all over her face I call it Skincare She like jspence boy you ugly I’m like bitch where (nah) She asked if that’s a museum Bitch I Live there He tryna beef boy you better come with prayer (mm mm) Make his whole click disappear (where) In thin air (POW) Pull up at his crib don’t give af who There And you can’t speak about the M if You ain’t live there (hell nah) Yea I Heard about ya But I can’t mention you Them real niggas out the M They wasn’t feeling you I say I’m mr. cocky And bitch know it’s the true I wrote this 4/18 You’ll probably steal this too I be on my cocky shit I’m on my cocky shit Bitch I be on my cocky shit I’m on my cocky shit Like whew Foreign whip (whip) Foreign bag (bag) A foreign bitch (bitch) A foreign swag I be on my cocky shit I’m on my cocky shit Bitch I be on my cocky shit I’m on my cocky shit Like whew Foreign whip (whip) Foreign bag (bag) A foreign bitch (bitch) A foreign swag (It’s that cocky shit reload blowing up C4) (It’s that cocky shit reload blowing up C4)
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