Lyrics:
C-O-O-L
I might dine in San Francisco
Dance all night in Rome
I go any freakin' place I want to
And my Lear jet brings me home
I got ladies by
a hot boy
But I'm too cool, I'll hold a grudge 'till I beat whoever I lose to
We the ones who had good girls, by the pool snortin' up lines
I'm
hot, lady
Gotta run for shelter
Gotta run for shade
It's too hot, too hot, lady
We gotta cool this anger
What a mess we made
So long ago you were
hot, my lady
Gotta run for shelter
Gotta run for shade
It's too hot, too hot, my lady
We gotta cool this anger
What a mess we made
So long ago
hot, lady
Gotta run for shelter
Gotta run for shade
It's too hot, too hot, lady
We gotta cool this anger
What a mess we made
So long ago you were
you dey cool me
Cool uuu cool cool me
I remember days you dey stand by me
All the trouble come you dey fight for me
When I feel hot you dey cool
Me
and yo p**** a** musfasa
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha he I'm 4' 9'' but you'r my mini me
Whatever I say you just copy i'm just too hot can't touch a g
D*** it's
gang
Yelling gang gang gang
We never owned a pool so we never gave a damn
Kept cool by a couple dozen fans
Gang gang gang
Yelling gang gang gang
Gang
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
I show the gang and we highfivin' (gang)
(Offset, uh)
She give me face in the Wraith (face)
This semi, it shoot by the trey (grraow)
so fast
I guess you can hit the right
And it's a damn shame getting in the beef
It's too exciting gang, Gang, You Ain't Gang
Gang, Gang, You Ain't Gang
Try ramp with the fam
You’ll see nuts
Any man tried got beat up
There’s nuff gang speakers
Holla in out names
So man dem can bawl for the wheel up
If
Just clean my fancy car
Picked up my fancy clothes
And we only in the hot spot,
No, we got the bomb,
We got the bomb
This is Byrd gang money,
This is
Pistol hot, gotta cool it down (Beee)
Should've shot your shooter down
(Huh huh huh)
Redeye makin' a lil whine sound
Thought I had to cool it down (Yoon)
I
them trees
Fireman hot that 500 degrees
So in my groove
Got em Blinded by Mula and jewels
So much girls how the hell
Do I choose
Guard ha bitch
light
Now that's the name of the song, yeah cool right?
Chilling in the hot tub by the towers in the daylight
Don't want to listen, soon I'm going to take
can you handle my stamina?
You won't believe the things I say when you walk by
My game cool but when it's on but it's hot when I talk high
Now
with precision
Up the passion, the flock and the Smith &
This car too hot, it's a risk if you in it
My shooter he anti-social
Drum on the Glock
the eraser
I don't discriminate I flip a bitch too
She got to be eliminated I kill a bitch too
She her hair fixed by my sister she lost she gonna get her
hm
When you text, no read receipt
Down for the cause while you sit, hot-headed cold-blooded, yet you lack degrees
Been fueled by the hate, it's
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look, huh
Niggas like, "Sheff, you be movin' too hot
You got nothin' to prove, you the king of this shit"
'Member
(thats me)
Huggin!
[Verse1]
Imagerybee got some hot shit (Thats hot)
Coming with my gang thats no cap shit (no at all)
Tryna get some money man need that
Ooh, you know I'm smooth like a mack
Yeah, I know you like me like that
Yeah, I'm cool like a cat
Uh, you never see me like that
Cause I'm too hot
sliding into this beat like
hot thermometers into your anal channel
I toss that ass up like
a gang sign but not wearing flannel
I'm prefacing like
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