Kesha – Cocky Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
I’m never gonna be your side bitch
I’m riding shotgun, your ride or die bitch
Never gonna be your waitress
I don’t do laundry, cook your own breakfast
When I’m on my knees, you’ll be thanking the heavens
Is better than Christmas when I give you presents
My presence, my essence, my big bouncy breasts
I’m a goddess, a boss and I’m bathing in checks

[Pre-Chorus]
(Ka-ching, ching)
Shots of tequila
(Bling, ring)
Rock out my VISA
I’m gettin’ gettin’ laid, yeah
I’m gettin’ gettin’ paid, yean
Think I’m cocky?

[Chorus]
So call me cocky, I know I’m the shit
This is for my girls ’round the world who got no fucks to give
Call me bossy ’cause I’m bossin’ it
This is for my women who are winning who got no fucks to give

[Verse 2]
I’m not a bitch you fuck with
Ask my ex, go ahead, call ’em
61-530-093-2121
Too sick of hearing all the slut shaming
In the rap game, they always drop names
We got double standards in the way we’re paid now
All the baby makers we be saying wait now

[Pre-Chorus]
(Ching-ching)
Cheers to my females
(Hustling)
Rockin’ the retail
I’m gettin’ gettin’ laid, yeah
I’m gettin’ gettin’ paid, yeah
Think I’m cocky?

[Chorus]
So call me cocky, I know I’m the shit
This is for my girls ’round the world who got no fucks to give
Call me bossy ’cause I’m bossin’ it
This is for my women who winning who got no fucks to give

[Post-Chorus]
No we don’t, no we don’t, no we don’t got one, got one
No we don’t, no we don’t, no we don’t got one, no
So call me cocky, I know I’m the shit
This is for my girls ’round the world who got no fucks to give

[Break]
(Not one, not one, not one, say what you want, but we got no one, no one)

[Chorus]
Call me cocky
I know I’m the shit
This is for my girls ’round the world who got no fucks to give
Call me bossy ’cause I’m bossin’ it
This is for my women who winning who got no fucks to give

[Post-Chorus]
No we don’t, no we don’t, no we don’t got one, got one
No we don’t, no we don’t, no we don’t got one, no
So call me cocky, I know I’m the shit
This is for my girls ’round the world who got no fucks to give

[Bridge]
So what you want about me?
Stick your labels on me?
Got my license to be
Baddest boss ass bitch you ever gon’ meet
Call me, call me cocky
(Flawless and beautiful women)
Go ‘head, call me bossy
Got my license to be
Baddest boss ass bitch you ever gon’ meet

[Outro]
Women
Flawless and beautiful women
[?]
We gon’ together will win it, win it
Women
Flawless and beautiful women
[?]
We gon’ together will win it, win it

I can do what the boys can do
But I can do it better

Skippa Da Flippa – D.A.M.N. (feat. Sauce Walka)

[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
Older drop, drip top
VS1, there’s no tickin’ in my Rollie watch
Flip a pack, watch it lock non-stop
Ziploc, now my diamonds like a damn
We don’t fold under pressure
I change the cars like the kids change semesters
Fall back a little if you think he’s extra
I’m very humble, but I never gave a damn
See? Is Semi not on me?
You can’t be real, so you fake and phony
I grip that stick a lot more when I’m lonely
I’m ready like Tony ’cause I ain’t ever gave a damn
Black op, shellshocked (whoo)
Meet my bitch and then we lip lock
His and hers Lambs, I drive mine in flip-flops (swear)
I’m from the Nawf, I ain’t ever gave a damn (Flippa)

[Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa]
Why would I care?
Me and money I think’s the perfect pair (Swear)
I gotta go hard, my niggas, I share(Swear)
I am so icy, call me Flip LaFlare
I’m havin’, I pop an Addy, then add it
I win the race even when I’m in traffic
But I’m strapping
You know that I am well past ya
I’m Madden, you can call me Flip McDabbin’ (Dab)
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Throw the work like I’m Pam
Jacket made out of lamb, bought my bro a trans-am
This is really who I am, damn
Water, water, water, water, water been, Flip a baller (water)
Skippa Flippa been a baller, she ready every time I call her
Couple bags what I bought her! (Flippa)

[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
Older drop, drip top
VS1, there’s no tickin’ in my Rollie watch
Flip a pack, watch it lock non-stop
Ziploc, now my diamonds like a damn
We don’t fold under pressure
I change the cars like the kids change semesters
Fall back a little if you think he’s extra
I’m very humble, but I never gave a damn
See? Is Semi not on me?
You can’t be real, so you fake and phony
I grip that stick a lot more when I’m lonely
I’m ready like Tony ’cause I ain’t ever gave a damn
Black op, shellshocked (whoo)
Meet my bitch and then we lip lock
His and hers Lambs, I drive mine in flip-flops
I’m from the Nawf, I ain’t ever gave a damn

[Verse 2: Sauce Walka]
Sauce got it, never gave a damn
Bitch I need the jelly, you can keep the jam
Horse mouth, bitch, like Pam
Blowin’ up my inbox like spam
Little bitty bitch you a boca boo
How could I go hit the club with you?:
How could I go make a dub with you?
You fuckin’ for free and you prostitute
Is you a boss bitch or lost bitch?
Hi, my name is Albert, I drip sauce, bitch
I could get you a house, bitch
Ain’t you sleepin’ on a couch, bitch?
I got diamonds in my mouth, bitch
$20,000 on the outfit
Shootin’ movies like Brad Pitt
Talkin’ cash shit, yeah, spazz, bitch

[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
Older drop, drip top
VS1, there’s no tickin’ in my Rollie watch
Flip a pack, watch it lock non-stop
Ziploc, now my diamonds like a dam
We don’t fold under pressure
I change the cars like the kids change semesters
Fall back a little if you think he’s extra
I’m very humble, but I never gave a damn
See? Is Semi not on me?
You can’t be real, so you fake and phony
I grip that stick a lot more when I’m lonely
I’m ready like Tony ’cause I ain’t ever gave a damn
Black op, shellshocked (whoo)
Meet my bitch and then we lip lock
His and hers Lambs, I drive mine in flip-flops
I’m from the Nawf, I ain’t ever gave a damn (Flippa)

[Verse 3: Skippa Da Flippa]
Roll up the cookie, I came a long way from being a rookie
Before I got kicked out I always played hooky
I am Lil Flippa, I’m close to the edge but don’t push me D.A.M.N., my best friend name is Benjamin
Another night, another show, another 10(10)
I rock the stage, they tell me come again
Hold up, I drop an eight in a liter
I thank God that I’m the Siamese Lisa
Having ENT and I am the leader
Run out of cash and I swipe on the VISA
Oh please sir, I smoke zip on a cheetah
Double park the ‘Rari, don’t pay the meter
[?] so he flex the Lamb
Tell him do tricks while I ghostride the Bimmer
Kill Bill, pop a seal, can you really keep it real?
If you hatin’ now, you been hatin’
It means you’re fake, and this is really how I feel
Vacay I took in the cabins
Never ask John Madden, ask McFadden
I’m havin’ karats, and I’m not ashin’
Choppas do damage and I’m still dabbin! (Flippa)

[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
Older drop, drip top
VS1, there’s no tickin’ in my Rollie watch
Flip a pack, watch it lock non-stop
Ziploc, now my diamonds like a damn (water)
We don’t fold under pressure
I change the cars like the kids change semesters
Fall back a little if you think he’s extra
I’m very humble, but I never gave a damn
See? Is Semi not on me?
You can’t be real, so you fake and phony
I grip that stick a lot more when I’m lonely
I’m ready like Tony ’cause I ain’t ever gave a damn
Black op, shellshocked (Whoo)
Meet my bitch and then we lip lock
His and hers Lambs, I drive mine in flip-flops(Swear)
I’m from the Nawf, I ain’t ever gave a damn (Flippa)

Blake Shelton – At The House

Don’t need no tab, don’t need no VISA
No bouncer looking like a wannabe Vin Diesel
Don’t need your friends all getting jealous
Watching you walk in looking so good that you could sell it

Uh-uh, not again
Girl, let’s get this party started where the party always ends

Got a yellow backdoor porch party light
Got a speaker in the window playing Barry White
You and me out here swaying, star-gazing
Gonna bring it back in, break the candles out
Get the mood turned on and the lights out
Lose a little something black and lacy in the couch
At the house
At the house
Yeah, that’s what it’s all about

Don’t need no plans (nope), no reservations (uh-uh)
Nobody calling me up, saying, "where you at, man? We waiting"
We can keep it on chill (oh, yeah), or get a little obnoxious (uh-huh)
Go ahead and get your freak on, ain’t nobody gonna stop us

Uh-uh, girl, just the essentials
You and me, a little Smithworks
Rockin’ out this residential

Got a yellow backdoor porch party light
Got a speaker in the window playing Barry White
You and me out here swaying, star-gazing
Gonna bring it back in, break the candles out
Get the mood turned on and the lights out
Lose a little something black and lacy in the couch
At the house

Uh-uh, not again
Girl, let’s get this party started where the party always ends

Got a yellow backdoor porch party light
Got a speaker in the window playing Barry White
You and me out here swaying, star-gazing
Gonna bring it back in, break the candles out
Get the mood turned on and the lights out
Lose a little something black and lacy in the couch
At the house
Yeah, at the house
That’s what it’s all about

Mmm, yeah
At the house