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Super Cocky

Super duper stupid cocky\nMy wrist super duper rocky\nRocky like the rocky mountains\nMake it rain, water fountains\nDamn she got a stupid body\nI just popped a super Molly\nTwin ferraris got em thinking\nI’m down with illuminati\nSay your sorry, beg your pardon\nGucci too I packed the garden?\nRiding foreign, rocking Ralph Lauren\nCall me Liberaci\nLouie keychain and a wallet\nShoes and jeans and hat Versaci\nGucci mane so who can stop me I can’t lie I’m super cocky\nI got money in every pocket in my cargo\nPull up in a largo\nCall me Gucci Fox ho Sold so many deuces I should have a bar code\nPj to Las Vegas won a half a mil in Cosmo\nF-cked so many bitches, dipped my dick in rolls gold\nSuicide doors on the Rolce and you know that I had to go get the brain glow\nThey say Gucci Mane so hard for shouting loco\nNever rapped the same flow\nAnd never hit the same ho Heard your n-gga getting some money but he lame tho\nYour boyfriends a rainbow\nBaby that’s my logo\nI’m the ruthless\nI’m the crucialist\nI put diamonds all in my crucifix\nY’all know how I do this shit\nTreat a army bitch like a groupie bitch\nSuper duper stupid cocky\nMy wrist super duper rocky\nRocky like the rocky mountains\nMake it rain, water fountains\nDamn she got a stupid body\nI just popped a super Molly\nTwin ferraris got em thinking\nI’m down with illuminati\nSay your sorry, beg your pardon\nGucci too I packed the garden?\nRiding foreign, rocking Ralph Lauren\nCall me Liberaci\nLouie keychain and a wallet\nShoes and jeans and hat Versaci\nGucci mane so who can stop me I can’t lie I’m super cocky\nGucci mane make super profit\nYour girlfriend is jocky jocky\nI know what you read about me I heard what you said about me Bitches I’m gone feed them pigeons\nCuz I keep that bread around me Same bitches and only me, this bitch is getting some head beside me First I let her drive the car,\nThen I let her ride the star\nOn a bra don’t own a bra\nI swear that girl a porno star\nYo boyfriend got a loan-a-car\nMnage a troise, on my car\nStay stupid fresh I’m extra sharp\nI swear he…,\nOn your break, lets go to lunch\nAte my boss like crunchy munch\nPull out clean I love to stunt\nThe backs the front, the fronts the trunk\nBuy the paint despite the punch\nSmoked out the pound, we crown the blunt\nScram if you ain’t serving grams\nI still got what them junkies want\nSuper duper stupid cocky\nMy wrist super duper rocky\nRocky like the rocky mountains\nMake it rain, water fountains\nDamn she got a stupid body\nI just popped a super Molly\nTwin ferraris got em thinking\nI’m down with illuminati\nSay your sorry, beg your pardon\nGucci too I packed the garden\nRiding foreign, rocking Ralph Lauren\nCall me Liberaci\nLouie keychain and a wallet\nShoes and jeans and hat Versaci\nGucci mane so who can stop me I can’t lie I’m super cocky