c*cky lyrics

by

Paper Route Empire



[Chorus]
I walk up in the party, money bustin' out my pockets
Rubber bands, these ain't no wallets, ooh
Yeah b*tch I'm so c*cky, uh
Chillin' with some thotties
But these b*tches look like barbies
I just threw a slumber party
All these hoes just give me noggin, uh
I just bought two choppers
2 K's, Kendall Kylie
If you play then I'm poppin'
Diamonds sparklin' I'm so c*cky, yeah yeah
I'm so c*cky, I'm so c*cky, I'm so c*cky, yeah b*tch
I'm so c*cky, I'm so c*cky, I'm so c*cky

[Verse 1]
I'm so c*cky, b*tch I'm poppin', water faucet on my wrist
Globetrotters, b*tch we ballin', nothin' but shottas, we don't miss
Drop the top then left the lot, yeah I just did that sh*t again
Got the top, dropped off your thot, yeah I just did that sh*t again
Ooh, knots on me, I ride with big chops on me
Ooh, shots on me, I got all these shots on me
Ooh, rocks on me, I got all these rocks on me
Ooh, thots on me, get your ho up off of me
I'm the talk of the town, turn that smile into a frown
Play with Glock it's goin' down, but Young Joc is not around
Get stomped like I'm from A-town, but I'm South Memphis bound
We shoot dices, we shoot rounds, shoot, shoot, yeah
[Chorus]
I walk up in the party, money bustin' out my pockets
Rubber bands, these ain't no wallets, ooh
Yeah b*tch I'm so c*cky, uh
Chillin' with some thotties
But these b*tches look like barbies
I just threw a slumber party
All these hoes just give me noggin, uh
I just bought two choppers
2 K's, Kendall Kylie
If you play then I'm poppin'
Diamonds sparklin' I'm so c*cky, yeah yeah
I'm so c*cky, I'm so c*cky, I'm so c*cky, yeah b*tch
I'm so c*cky, I'm so c*cky, I'm so c*cky

[Verse 2]
Yeah I got my mojo, MOB the motto
I gave your ho a sore throat, yeah that b*tch is so gross
She told me that my di*k dope, fill my backwood up with dope
n*gga you don't want smoke, n*gga I got free smoke
Go ask your b*tch, yeah I'm the man, Grants and Jacksons in my pants
All my clothes came in from France, shooting like I'm from Iran
Yeah you know we Taliban, kill your mans, don't give a damn
We ain't the same, you a clam, you ain't gang so move around
All my jewelry bust down, this sh*t weigh 'bout thirty pounds
Gotta keep me thirty rounds, ballin' hard these n*ggas foul
Got a pack from out of town, trap them grams up out my grams
Damn I feel like Chris Brown, tell this b*tch look at me now, Glock
[Chorus]
I walk up in the party, money bustin' out my pockets
Rubber bands, these ain't no wallets, ooh
Yeah b*tch I'm so c*cky, uh
Chillin' with some thotties
But these b*tches look like barbies
I just threw a slumber party
All these hoes just give me noggin, uh
I just bought two choppers
2 K's, Kendall Kylie
If you play then I'm poppin'
Diamonds sparklin' I'm so c*cky, yeah yeah
I'm so c*cky, I'm so c*cky, I'm so c*cky, yeah b*tch
I'm so c*cky, I'm so c*cky, I'm so c*cky
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