Cambatta - So Cocky lyrics

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Cambatta - So Cocky lyrics

[Hook:] I'm cool, I'm smooth I was born to win so I'm never going to lose And I could get any pretty girl I choose Waking up the world, your career's on snooze So co*ky, but how could I not be I'm so co*ky, but how could I not be Yeah I'm co*ky but how could I not be I make it look easy, balling is a hobby [Verse: Cambatta] Hold up you ain't even in my category I'm the one they jocking, I'mma need to put a saddle on me Now see I'm married to this beat, it's holy matrimony After I k** it I'm collecting all of the alimony Now listen, taking my buzz infinity and beyond 'Til I got the whole world in the center piece of my palm Just to compliment the stone from Tiffany on my arms So pretty much I'm the epitome of a don Put my money on a seesaw it'll lift an elephant Forty-twenty-fifty, is my girlfriend's measurements Voted ten times, well we elected to president Cause I am ten times the man that you have ever been It's going down like Newton's law I make lyricism fun and I hope I can influence ya'll Oh, you a superstar? Prove it to me Go get a deal with your computer off [Hook:] [Verse 2: Cambatta] Look, one of a kind ish like unicorn crap Boy I ain't playing with ya', give my uniform back See you don't pay attention, you can't afford that I'm usually not co*ky, but I'm switching up my format One for the money, and two for the money and Three for the money, and four for the money All I'm trying to say that it's all for the money And I ain't doing this ish, unless you all for me, money Look, I'm metro s**ual, that means I'm running trains That means your girls a hoe, and I'm the one to blame That's because I'm running things, I'm the illest nothing's changed You should get another lane, sick of all you f**ing lames I got a girlfriend, her name is Alize I let you have her for the low like a matinee I let you take her home, and you could have your way Then she taking all your money, Sallie Mae [Hook:] [Verse 3: Cambatta] Listen, I'm a gun clapper You're a fudge packer I'm a rap artist You're a club rapper You playing catchup [But your fear?] is I run faster And I'm k**ing your buzz, bug zapper And I just did the census, I count for two people Me and my ego, feeling so regal First round pick that nobody could predict, new Tim Tebow Raps like China, everybody look the same Ya'll took the game and made it tainted like a hooker's brain Ya'll dancing n***as hope you jerk until your foot is sprained Ya'll n***as lactose the proof is in the pudding man So original, I'm really spitting heat Rip the sickest beats and let it flood throughout your city streets Floating to the top like I'm sipping fizzy [lifted/ing?] drinks Walk into your bathroom, take a piss and never lift the seat [Hook:]