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dreyboi - cockpit lyrics
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[chorus]
f-ck that b-tch then i m-th- f-ckin’ dip oou yuh
bad lil b-tch might just nut up on her lip oou yuh
ice all on my wrist (wha) ice all on my b-tch (wha)
i know yo man he broke (yuh) and i be f-ckin’ rich (yuh)
i be up in the trap (yuh) coutin’ up my chips (oou)
all my hundreds blue (yuh) but ain’t f-ckin’ crip (oou)
we start a moshpit pull up with em chopsticks (bee)
she say my clock big cuz she ridin’ c-ckpit (bee)
[verse 1]
yo man he lame he ain’t got no guap
i pull up in the f-ckin’ rari lil b-tch and i drop the top
when i pull up to the strip all these b-tches finna flock
i be all on yo man’s tops make him flip i make em flop
used to tote up on that glock
margiella on my toes yo mcm he wearin’ crocs
fiji on my neck my diamonds bite just like a croc
shoutout ferg got coogi down until my f-ckin’ socks
plain jain on my watch yah
[chorus]
f-ck that b-tch then i m-th- f-ckin’ dip oou yuh
bad lil b-tch might just nut up on her lip oou yuh
ice all on my wrist (wha) ice all on my b-tch (wha)
i know yo man he broke (yuh) and i be f-ckin’ rich (yuh)
i be up in the trap (yuh) coutin’ up my chips (oou)
all my hundreds blue (yuh) but ain’t f-ckin’ crip (oou)
we start a moshpit pull up with em chopsticks (bee)
she say my clock big cuz she ridin’ c-ckpit (bee)
[verse 2]
pull up with em sticks and we finna shoot (gotta shoot)
we get that f-ckin’ bag yea we get that loot (get that loot)
yo man he lame he a m-th- f-ckin’ goof (he a goof)
she f-ckin’ with me cuz i got that f-ckin’ juice (i got that juice)
smokin’ on that leaf but this sh-t ain’t loose (sh-t ain’t loose)
smokin’ on that tree but this sh-t ain’t spruce (sh-t ain’t spruce)
the flow electric like it’s m-th- f-ckin’ zeus (like it’s zeus)
i got margiella on my m-th- f-ckin’ shoes (on my shoes)
spark the blunt then i hop out the coupe (out the coupe)
bad lil b-tch and she give me head like it’s mousse (like it’s mousse)
she got that wet wet (what) like a cruise
yea my diamonds drip yea my diamonds droop
keep that stick baby yea i keep that f-ckin’ tool
in the trap lil b-tch i never m-th- f-ckin’ lose
me or the money baby i told her to f-ckin’ choose
bad b-tch give me beak just like a f-ckin’ goose
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