Lyrics of 'Cocky (feat. Lila Star & The Vixen)' by Shea Couleé

What you starin' for?
What you starin' for?
High fashion, high fashion, I'ma give you more
Why you mad, girl?
Why you mad, girl?
'Cause I'm slaying and it makes you really sad, girl?

Ms. Couleé, I've come to get it
Gonna go all the way, bitch, don't forget it
Eyes on the prize, I'm the one to beat
'Cause I'm sick, and I'm fierce, and

Cocky
So cocky
Bitch, you not me

I'm sorry, girl
So sorry, girl
That they love me and they only call you basic, girl
Just playin' girl
Just playin' girl
What you sayin', what you sayin', why you hatin', girl?

Ms. Couleé gon' be a legend
But congrats 'cause all dogs go to heaven
I can see it in your eyes that you mad at me
'Cause I'm sick, and I'm fierce, and

Cocky
(Oh so cocky)
Cocky
(Oh so cocky)
Cocky

I'm not saying I'm cocky, but
There's a whole lotta swag in the way I strut
With style like Kim and curves like Nicki
No wonder why these girls can't even take me
Bey said it best, woke up like this
Sorry not sorry, feeling myself
You need a blueprint? Just check my Insta
Chi Town queen, check my credentials
Showed my boobs on Jerry Springer
No regrets, middle finger
You can't take, you can't take
Compare me to nobody
I do me, you do you
And I'ma sit unbothered
Fix your face, dress like me
Come through like an imposter
Call me Lila Gaga
And you my little monster
She bring it to you, every ball
Femme queen goddess, 5 feet tall
Across that board, I get my tens
And I was born to win, cocky

So cocky
Bitch, you not me
I'm sorry, girl
So sorry, girl
That they love me and they only call you basic, girl
Just playin' girl
Just playin' girl
What you sayin', what you sayin', why you hatin', girl?

You know I know you think I'm cocky
I know you know you ain't gon' stop me
You know I know you think I'm cocky
I think you think that you can top me
You know I know you think I'm cocky
I know you know you ain't gon' stop me
You know I know you think I'm cocky
I bet you think that you can top me

The Windy City girls come through for the win (for the win)
Let that sink in
Shea stay dressed to the nines (nines)
Let me give my tens
I heard you was talkin' trash
Oh you mad, 'cause I got it in the bag?
Get back, when I want get clack
Better check my stats, I'ma tag that ass
Come for me
You better look both ways
Walk for me
I heard that you sashays
Stole the show and I took the stage
Ridin' coattails but you can't hang
Sheady Coulady you pavin' the way
I just be snatchin' their wigs and their grace
They just be gaggin'
Their jaws just be droppin'
Why you mad? Fix ya face, boo

Cocky
So cocky
Bitch, you not me