| Yeah, cock it yeah cock it back
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| Bling bling Dat
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| When I feel like I’m fallin' the fuck down
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| And just for the fuck of it wanna let off a round
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| What, cock it back nigga
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| Cock it back, cock it back click
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| When I feel like the world is pay
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| I wake up one morning be like ya fuckin' me today
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| Cock it back nigga cock it back
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| Cock it back click cock it back
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| When I’m dead save my bones
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| Take DNA and make clones
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| Award, afford me luxury in my old age
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| After these years I should be slidin' on the gold stage
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| Missed the blades fifty, they left a nigga off the whole page
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| Fifty motherfuckers that was better than me
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| That mean fifty motherfuckers was boiling hot
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| That’s a lot, I can see that, that’s a plot
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| Y’all bring y’all best five to the game
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| And I’m gonna do the same
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| And if y’all win I’m burst from the same way I came
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| The great Dat alligned with a bo-day of Arabs
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| They said don’t fly black, yo just play cabs
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| Y’all happy y’all had a good day, y’all niggas slave slabs
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| Y’all niggas got money then huh y’all niggas get paid tabs
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| Save my mic in a steel case for when they blast this place
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| And I can still be a hero to my race
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| Y’all know I can’t change my face
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| That’s why I only move with pros
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| Who move that eighty long money when the bright sunshine
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| And the streets was kind but we can’t rewind
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| I want that new money, tight fittin' jewel money
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| Mine’s on tour, so I can take no more
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| So y’all niggas better knock it off
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| Blame my check bein' late for this rage
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| Blame child support for makin' me beats on the mailman
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| I got a new whip but is fucked up as my old van
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| Nigga crash my whip, you seen em' hit em' cause he was an old man
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| I gotta cold hand these days and no heart
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| You believe in that bullshit baby please don’t start
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| Cock it once and it means no stress
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| House cleaned and you fumed into my favorite dress
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| You say I feelin' best, hey broad don’t gas me
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| And don’t ever take no money outta my pockets, yo just ask me
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| See me down the block drinkin' Bud with the Mexicans
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| Speakin' broken Spanish, I know a lil' I manage
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| I’m about to leave New York I can’t stay
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| The way shit is goin' I might have to get away
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| All day tryin' to hit me with prices I can’t pay
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| Niggas bust the guns, got to duck and stray
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| Is the block clear, nah y’all can' rock here
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| With the 12, 12, 38, and 58, 58
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| If we don’t get it done here we gon' take it outta state
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| Burn something in the air, let the room be few
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| My broads gon' give a show cause I told em' so
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| Cause they holdin' dough, while y’all niggas movin' slow
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| Oh y’all ain’t know, this is my every day flow |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cock It Back , by - Sadat X. Song from the album The State of New York vs. Derek Murphy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп