Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cop It , by - Mims. Release date: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Cop It |
| Cop it |
| Object |
| Put it in the pot |
| Then rock it |
| Put it out |
| Look how I profit |
| Haters tryna knock it |
| But I won’t stop |
| Cuz they know I’m about to blow |
| Yes it’s me |
| The underestimated MC |
| So, ill with the flow I need a M. D |
| Somebody call a doctor |
| I make 'em all sick when I hop out the phantom of the opera |
| Oppo-site to what I call a failure |
| I am the reasons y’all can’t look in the mirrors |
| But don’t worry I see shit a lil' clearer |
| Go ahead and act funny but you ain’t stackin' money |
| And therefore we ain’t here for the best |
| Matta fact, homey I can’t hear y’all |
| I’m deaf |
| I spit it in sign language, mob language |
| Keep me around bread like a sandwich |
| Dammit |
| The plane done landed |
| The plan unveiled |
| Now, gimme some space, I’m outta this world |
| Some niggas say they just tryna get a nut |
| That may be true, but, I’m a very big squirrel |
| Y’all niggas get in some shit and just bail |
| I’m at the precinct like fuck it it’s just bail |
| Me, I’m a very big deal with some very big work on a very big scale |
| Cop it |
| Object |
| Put it in the pot |
| Then rock it |
| Put it out |
| Look how I profit |
| Haters tryna knock it |
| But I won’t stop |
| Cuz they know I’m about to blow |
| I heard it was, squeeze first ask questions |
| So which one of y’all is the next to ask? |
| Be the same one of y’all, up next to blast |
| I suggest you raise up, like Exxon gas |
| You bullshittin', I’m talkin' what I could do |
| Mims is hotter than some cooked food |
| I’m a good dude, so usually I chill |
| But if you look close enough, you can see my steel |
| Yes, I’m concealed |
| Yes, I’m the shit |
| You think his paper long, you should see my deal |
| I’m Microsoft Mims, I rock wit' Bill Gates |
| First week, shipped a mill out the gate |
| And I ain’t tryna brag, I just set the record straight |
| My shit push 4, I’m just tryna move 8 |
| You tryna catch up with me, ya too late |
| All you do is lose weight |
| IIIIII move weight |
| Driiiiive through states |
| Push like every day was a Tuesday |
| Wow, that’s real |
| Y’all, iced grill |
| I’m laughin' on my way to the bank wit' a nice mil |
| Cop it |
| Object |
| Put it in the pot |
| Then rock it |
| Put it out |
| Look how I profit |
| Haters tryna knock it |
| But I won’t stop |
| Cuz they know I’m about to blow |
| I’m a Range Rove rapper |
| Plain-clothes rappers |
| Need to stop actin' like the thang won’t clap ya |
| I am not a killer, nor do I defend 'em |
| I don’t swing at dudes, I am not a pendulum |
| I don’t write laws or rules, nigga I bend 'em |
| I don’t start careers when I beef, nigga I end 'em |
| You don’t want it with me, I can see clearly |
| You match up with I? |
| Please, barely |
| Dog, I’m nearly as high as it gets |
| I get weary in the sky when I fly like this |
| I’m so high, it’s gettin' kinda hard to top it |
| So imagine when the album drop, I’ma make y’all |
| Cop it |
| Object |
| Put it in the pot (I don’t know what the fuck she’s saying) |
| Then rock it |
| Put it out |
| Look how I profit |
| Haters tryna knock it |
| But I won’t stop |
| Cuz they know I’m about to blow |