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cookie (arcteryx 4) - surge lyrics

[intro: surge]
ha ha ha, d*mn
ha ha ha, d*mn
ha ha ha, d*mn
d*mn

[verse 1: surge]
dropped out of school and i flipped off the teacher
balling hard, i ain’t playing the bleacher
n*gga talk down, he get put on a t*shirt
rocking arc’teryx, i swear they gon’ bleed him
these n*gga hating, don’t think that i see ‘em
smoking that good sh*t, my heart rate be beating
beat up her throat, tell her lay down and leave
what he got on is a little deceiving, hah
it’s arc’teryx we foot him
[?] diss in a minute
i save all my bands, i don’t f*ck ‘round and spend it
i can be losing, lil b*tch, i’m still winning
i’m at a point i don’t care if i’m sinning
look at the sky, try to ask for forgiveness
ysl coat made out of linen
b*tch i’m thе goat and i feel like john lennon
opp n*gga comment i gotta go pin it
tryna play mе like a p*ssy
b*tch i’m a vet i ain’t a rookie
he got the motion?
he want a cookie?
[?] i feel like a boogie
arc’teryx on him we turn him to pudding
my hoe she bad and her perm look like snooki
i see the cops and i gotta go book it
[verse 2: slump6s]
[?] hah
try to play me like i’m broke
you the type boy go out sad ‘bout a hoe
man i got hoes that i don’t even know
not for the bread, then i’m not finna go
not from atlanta the k and lil 4
she really tried to play me like i’m average
i k!ll your n*gga then turn into joke
so he talking down on my name, imma catch me a homi
arp on my lap turn his ass to salami
and the wok in my cup turning me to a zombie
undercover my denim don’t know what is on me
he finna rat man he talking to pd
that b*tch ain’t getting a ring like she cp
3d bullets going through your tv
b*tch i’m dakota knock him out his ‘cleezy
b*tch i’m dakota knock him out his north face
i’m from new york, they calling me the north face
he came in with a smile he coming out with no face
she came in with a mouth she walkng out with no taste
you ain’t running it, no my n*gga you got no pace
run up on you now n*gga you got no bread
i’m finna throw a racki at her forehead
f*ck with me after she gave me before head (uhh)
better wear a vest under that ‘teryx, hah
my shooter stay with a arp and he shooting right off of the terrace (yeah)
my hoe she looking like addison rae and your hoe look like clarance (ugh)
i walk in the store and i buy everything that i want, give a f*ck bout a clearance
[outro: surge]
dropped out of school and i flipped off the teacher
balling hard, i ain’t playing the bleacher
n*gga talk down, he get put on a t*shirt
rocking arc’teryx, i swear they gon’ bleed him
these n*gga hating, don’t think that i see ‘em
smoking that good sh*t, my heart rate be beating
beat up her throat, tell her lay down and leave
what he got on is a little deceiving, hah
it’s arc’teryx we foot him
[?] diss in a minute
i save all my bands, don’t f*ck ‘round and spend it
i can be losing lil b*tch i’m still winning

- surge lyrics

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