Cocky
Bitch I been too lyt
Lyt that's lyt
This the life I chose
If I didn't I'd be sick
I wake up six
Run three miles staying fit
I got good manners, papa raised me chivalrous
Still I've been taking risks
Got a couple goals I gotta hit
I know I'm the man cuz I know this
He keep you on repeat like a GIF
He don't realize you're a gift
I'm a little cocky baby, I gotta to admit
I gotta to admit, I gotta to admit
I thought you were all talk til you came with it, yea
I gotta admit, I gotta to admit
I'm a little cocky baby, I gotta to admit
I gotta to admit, I gotta to admit
I thought you were all talk til you came with it, yea
I gotta admit, I gotta to admit
You made me commit
Witcho little twists
Hourglass curves, like a sprite I need a sip
On my OC shit, always surfing I don't slip
All these nights out FML
Guess I need a grip
Wanna know your worth
I feel that ain't asking much
Put ya head between legs, you been stretching huh?
Made our way around the town
We all caught some bodies
I ain't judging, we the same
People say we're naughty
Came a long way from the basement
I stopped all the chasing
All up in my mind different phases
I look in the mirror I ain't changing
I gotta to admit, I gotta to admit
I'm a little cocky baby, I gotta to admit
I thought you were all talk til you came with it, yea
I gotta admit, I gotta to admit
Lyt that's lyt
This the life I chose
If I didn't I'd be sick
I wake up six
Run three miles staying fit
I got good manners, papa raised me chivalrous
Still I've been taking risks
Got a couple goals I gotta hit
I know I'm the man cuz I know this
He keep you on repeat like a GIF
He don't realize you're a gift
I'm a little cocky baby, I gotta to admit
I gotta to admit, I gotta to admit
I thought you were all talk til you came with it, yea
I gotta admit, I gotta to admit
I'm a little cocky baby, I gotta to admit
I gotta to admit, I gotta to admit
I thought you were all talk til you came with it, yea
I gotta admit, I gotta to admit
You made me commit
Witcho little twists
Hourglass curves, like a sprite I need a sip
On my OC shit, always surfing I don't slip
All these nights out FML
Guess I need a grip
Wanna know your worth
I feel that ain't asking much
Put ya head between legs, you been stretching huh?
Made our way around the town
We all caught some bodies
I ain't judging, we the same
People say we're naughty
Came a long way from the basement
I stopped all the chasing
All up in my mind different phases
I look in the mirror I ain't changing
I gotta to admit, I gotta to admit
I'm a little cocky baby, I gotta to admit
I thought you were all talk til you came with it, yea
I gotta admit, I gotta to admit
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Writer(s): Derrick Robinson
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