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vegas - cookiepack lyrics

[verse 1: cookiepack]
blow up like osama know i’m bombing em no suicide
pop out wit the llama, counting dollars, know i’m certified
getting prada, on dis lotta, sipping figi purified
few mirages, i stay cautious, opps they getting crucified
know i stay up wit the stick
and i pull up in the fit
talk down on the gang you get bit
the way that i do it i’m sick
call me kanye i’m the kid and best believe i’m seeing ghosts
on the moon just like kid cudi catch me waving on the coast
on commitment all lеgitness telling my opps adios
why they on mе, i’m too honest, they just hate cause i’m composed
off the stage ima throw it
got so many problems how am i supposed to approach them
album dropping soon so you know that i’m gon’ promote it
and i copped and brand new rari i ain’t even drove it

[chorus: cookiepack]
pushing blocks and raving whips i’m crazy with the gang now
if you tryna mess wit that boy figgus you get sprayed down
all these oppositions acting phony they so fake now
do a show in vegas getting money getting paid now
[verse 2: bs pat]
hoes up in the bentley, in my city, switching these lanes
k!ll yo homies turn you to a basket case like green day
catch em lackin’, know im packin’, like its f*ckin’ green bay
b*tch get off me, you a jockey, call yo ass a dj
ooh
and i’m drippin’ like some water
all these bands, got her saying d*mn like an otter
whipping in my sp*ce coupe, yeah flying saucer
all these fools, talking sh*t, i ain’t even bothered

- cookiepack lyrics

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