The Cookout (feat. Fashawn & Louie Lou) - Patrick Contreras

R-r-r-r-roger that C-O-P-Y-C-A-T C-O-C-O-P-Y-P-Y-C-A-C-A-T Uh Your flow far from authentic Mm - you're all gimmicks Seen too many small niggas get large Augmented I increase and inflict scars on all nemeses With these thoughts I'm scribbling Shawn the mortician it is Critical you're style's original Nah, folk wouldn't make it to wax - you digital Cats bite you like the shit's allowed I send 'em down, show 'em how to rip a crowd And then grip a crown King With this hip-hop thing You had a fling Me? I'm like holy matrimonies and wedding rings Married to the craft Your catalogue I bury in a flash Remind me of Jim Carrey in The Mask Perpetrating and pretending to rap That ain't being innovative, that's identity theft, nigga Get your own I'm sort of like Oprah Dropping meteors on those who mediocre C-O-P-Y-C-A-T, why are you living to fly? Everybody wanna be somebody else When you're doing you, you don't need nobody's help Don't be a C-O-P-Y-C-A-T, why are you living to fly? Everybody wanna be somebody else When you're doing you, you don't need nobody's help Don't be a copycat No, don't be a copycat Nah, don't be a *cat noise* Don't be a copycat If I wasn't the letter F I would probably be 20syl 20 years later I'd be dropping bombs still You honestly should pay homage and chill Or get grilled Like a omelette trying to climb in my field You need to enhance your IQ To do what I do Purchase a passport and fly where I flew Have some self-respect Get some self-esteem Imagine Dream what nobody else could dream Impostors Won't get a slot on my roster Reminder: You're not him and you're not her But that portrayal might just get you an Oscar Tell me: are you a minister, or are you a monster? One minute you Muslim and the next you a Rasta One second you're Weezy and the next you're Big Poppa Nah, don't even think of dropping a tape These cats don't cultivate, they just copy and paste It's like that C-O-P-Y-C-A-T C-O-P-Y-C-A-T C-O-P-Y-C-A-T, why are you living to fly? Everybody wanna be somebody else When you're doing you, you don't need nobody's help Don't be a C-O-P-Y-C-A-T, why are you living to fly? Everybody wanna be somebody else When you're doing you, you don't need nobody's help Don't be a copycat No, don't be a copycat Nah, don't be a *cat noise* Don't be a copycat Nah, roger that.

Started with 8ths now I might block you if you asked for that Send you to my lil mans he getting money too he might laugh at that Tryna keep up with this drip this bitch don had an athsma attack Really lit we with the shit make it flip just like an acrobat Hustlin is a mind state but I swear the shit a job too Youngin starving he get hungry enough he might rob you Give it up... DONT fight back shit you might die too Shooter with a stick bout 6 ft he only 5"2 Dutch through the times know it's papers if I'm Ina rush Spinnin in an automatic haters shift em thru the clutch ATM we run the trains nah we never do the bus Ben franks from the bank these blues never new to us Jack ain't No disrespect this shit right here... whole sale Stack my frito lays scoop em up it's like it's rotel Back seat thru the window blicky we gon peak at you Louie duffle yellow hurcaan it's like it's pikachu Dream chasin with the crew Miami for a week or two 43 extendo on the gloc I might sleep a foo Tryna gang with the coons fools they gone need a noose Landslide opps they get dropped I can't see a truce Jaja in that the jimmy choo Big Glizzy Plus Femi too JB jay Stackz Bitches inda Bach We got plenty Lute 1942 clase azul plus that henny too Tell her anything She wanna hear this shit habitual Started w 8ths now I might block you if you asked for that Send you to my lil mans he getting money too he might laugh at that Tryna keep up with this drip this bitch don had an athsma attack Really lit we with the shit make it flip just like an acrobat Hustlin is a mind state but I swear the shit a job too Youngin starving he get hungry enough he might rob you Give it up... DONT fight back you might die too Shootah with a stick bout 6 ft he only 5"2

Basta de decir mentiras, Basta de caricias, Borra esa sonrisa que un día fue mía Y ahora se subasta en cualquier esquina. No vuelvas llorando, No vuelvas suplicando que te perdone, Trágate tu llanto, Fúmate ese ego que te quiere tanto. Te lo di todo, (yeah) mis placeres, Mi calma, (todo) mi pasión y mi amor, Dueña de mi dolor. Ahora te quito la máscara Y sale tu humanidad, Eres un monstruo Disfrazada de mujer de verdad. ¿Por qué lo hiciste Si sabías de un principio que no me querías? Me llenaste la cabeza de mil tonterías, El signo del dinero era lo que perseguías, ¿Cuánto querías? Llegó la crisis y veías como me hundía, Te fui descrubriendo poco a poco día a día, Más te alejabas cuanto yo más caía Y ahora quieres volver, ARPÍA. Basta de decir mentiras, Basta de caricias, Borra esa sonrisa que un día fue mía Y ahora se subasta en cualquier esquina. No vuelvas llorando, No vuelvas suplicando que te perdone, Trágate tu llanto, Fúmate ese ego que te quiere tanto. Basta de decir mentiras, Basta de caricias, Borra esa sonrisa que un día fue mía Y ahora se subasta en cualquier esquina (En cualquier esquina). No vuelvas llorando, No vuelvas suplicando que te perdone, Trágate tu llanto, Fúmate ese ego que te quiere tanto. Yo te quise, yo te amé, acaricié tu piel, Incontable la de noches que yo a tí te lloré. Cómo pudiste ser si parecías un ángel algo tan cruel. Y ahora quieres volver y de nuevo ser Quien consumia por dentro todo mi ser, Ya es bastante tarde, de ti me alejé, Yo ya estoy curao no vuelvo a caer. Basta de decir mentiras, Basta de caricias, Borra esa sonrisa que un día fue mía Y ahora se subasta en cualquier esquina. No vuelvas llorando, No vuelvas suplicando que te perdone, Trágate tu llanto, Fúmate ese ego que te quiere tanto. Basta de decir mentiras, Basta de caricias, Borra esa sonrisa que un día fue mía Y ahora se subasta en cualquier esquina. No vuelvas llorando, no Vuelvas suplicando que te perdone, Trágate tu llanto, Fúmate ese ego que te quiere tanto.