Soundtracks - Cocky by A$ap Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage (feat. London On Da Track) lyrics

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Soundtracks - Cocky by A$ap Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage (feat. London On Da Track) lyrics

Huh? We got London On Da Track It's Guwop Uh It's Gucci 21, 21 Uh Too f**in' co*ky, baby, I'm too f**in' co*ky Too f**in' co*ky, baby, I'm so f**in' co*ky Too f**in' co*ky, baby, I'm too f**in' co*ky Too f**in' co*ky, baby, I'm so f**in' co*ky I got so many M's in my bank account, I can't even count 'em Too many whips, way I switch my car, I can't even mount 'em Too many zeros with Versace pillows in my Phantoms Too many bad b**hes, I don't cuff 'em, I just hand them (21) Off like a lay-up (lay-up), I don't got time to lay up Met my accountant at Ruth's Chris, she told me that I'm way up (21) I already back for seconds, I ain't even clean my plate up Ran me up a hunned M's and then I put my bay up (21) Way out in the hills, I just sign the deal I ain't take no advance, so you know that split was real (21) All my diamonds carats, them lil' pointers be too lil' Glaciers in my ear, I need a cup, they 'bout to spill (uh) Too f**in' co*ky, baby, I'm too f**in' co*ky Too f**in' co*ky, baby, I'm so f**in' co*ky Too f**in' co*ky, baby, I'm too f**in' co*ky Too f**in' co*ky, baby, I feel like I'm Rocky Huh? How you gon' play D, can't even take D? Too many fake me's Way too many fake daps, way too many fake '$APs And I put it on me and I want another ring Girlies buckle at the knees, swerve 'em like the other team (skrt) You can still hear the sneaks (woo, swoosh) Ballin' in some Dungarees Make a cheerleader cream, so what she on the other team? For the cameras say your cheese, rap game like the league Heard you the n***a overseas, but that's only overseas I'm the one who oversees sh**, "Oh man, it's him again" I'm up in the rim, Gatorade and M&M's Ball on you in my favorite Timberlands My girlfriend got a little friend All the way on the other end 'Cause she don't deal with the middle man Harlem world stole my flow, friends and my foes Got my hoes in my clothes, they want ten like my toes (A$AP) Too f**in' co*ky, baby, I'm too f**in' co*ky Too f**in' co*ky, baby, I'm so f**in' co*ky Too f**in' co*ky, baby , I'm too f**in' co*ky Too f**in' co*ky, baby, I'm so f**in' co*ky (yeah) Just pa** me the rock and watch him go Just run me the play and let me know With a broken leg, I let it go (leggo, leggo, leggo) I ain't gotta say it 'cause they know (woo) Gucci is materialistic, he's too f**in' flashy He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray So, so deaf to these s**ers, I'm like JD in '03 My hoe said that I'm too co*ky, I don't play nothin' but me These girls got nothing to show you, I'll give you something to see These dudes keep comin' up short like they a pair of capris Don't group me with these rappers, these boys embarra**in' me Them dudes ain't got nothin' on me, I got a money disease I'm too cold for these s**ers, they ain't got more money than me I wear my mink in the summer when it's a hundred and three (burr) I make a b**h feel self-conscious like she too shiny for me I know that b**h want to f** me, but she's too tiny for me She's my way out the highway, you either like or leave This Rollie cost us the G's, a couple bricks on my sleeve (yeah) When I first fell on the scene, I drove a Cutla** Supreme A half a brick, a pint of lean, and a new money machine It's Wop Too f**in' co*ky, baby, I'm too f**in' co*ky Too f**in' co*ky, baby, I'm so f**in' co*ky Too f**in' co*ky, baby, I'm too f**in' co*ky (it's Gucci) Too f**in' co*ky, baby, I'm so f**in' co*ky Too f**in' co*ky, baby, I'm too f**in' co*ky Too f**in' co*ky, baby, I'm so f**in' co*ky Too f**in' co*ky, baby, I'm too f**in' co*ky (Wizop) Too f**in' co*ky, baby, I'm so f**in' co*ky (damn) We got London On Da Track

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