Lyrics:
cheesy like us main!
They ain't havin no raveez!
Shit.
Haha you know us.
Where K-Ceeezi at man? Tell him sing that shit.
Lace dem fools or something.
is automatic
Surrounded by fens craving da static
It's gonna be looking so tragic
Blood in da snow
Nigga lets go
Don't give a fuck
Know that I blow
Boy
she's like a cool Summer breeze
If my motor's runnin' right, we might lose control tonight
Got the shape I love to squeeze, looks that bring me to my
just like chillin'
On the
Avenue, a-avenue (4x)
Action
That's where the stars go
On the weekend
It's like a car show
Ladies flock to jock
Cars go by them
that Johnny
Tints and all black
Bitches give da brain
Just like a zombie
Here's lil snack
Seen em by that corner
He a goner
That's where niggas lack
on
Shaking that a** so fast, I wanna take you home
Short skirt bend it over so I can see your thong
Caramel complected body shaped like Nia Long
Ma its cool if
cool
'Cause you ain't know what to tell all your n****s at school
I had n****s making bets like, did he f*** her yet?
Ask her did he touch her
Doesn't mean I want to be alone
Now you are far away
You say that I'm so fake
Thin line between love and hate
Complicated, surrounded by snakes
My shoulders
Hi, thanks for coming
It's good to have you here
I will never be cool
You can't make me
This is me talking to my mind
Or is it my mind talking to me?
I'm the whole gallon and half pint like school days
I been killin' 'em since Kool Moe Dee, Ra, Cool, Face
Zero dollars zero tolerance, lettin' that tool
a cheerful mom]: Hartwigsen
NCphail [now impressed by this cool attitude that the other guy is displaying throughout this whole sweaty verbal exchange.
understand
The freedom land of the seventies
I think I'm too cool to know ya
You say I'm like the ice I freeze
I'm churning out novels like
Beat poetry
that new Chanel them bitches talking fashion goals
Cool like it was twin L’s
The rest will say she savage
The traffic and the opinions
They don’t matter
I really be popping my shit they must thought I was playing by now they know that nigga serious
This shit ain't nothing new to me
Bitches the jewelry
Interior look like a winery
Privacy is all I ask for
Maybe one or two cats by the back door
Passport and I got a bad rapport
I don't travel
This ain't
fight it, hoping it would be cool
So we vibing, doing shit after school
In denial, hate that I was a fool
Count on me, can I count on you
Never work out
ready to make a stop where I set up shop
On 59th and 8th Ave where all the homies be hangin
That's where a nigga'll be slangin
I'm makin a cool grip
say, what it look like
What it look like
You don't stop
I'm gonna talk about the man that's the real McCoy
No other cool brother than Keith Cowboy
I moved it to Miami
I told my mama one day ima get a Grammy
And get her out that Camry
Her and the family
I’m cool all by myself, don’t gotta like me
Red rosé on painted lips
Putting on Chanel, packing Parliaments
Side by side like fuzzy dice
If looks could kill we'd be doing time
We're
spittin' all that bourgeoise, my watch, my car
I'm a star, I'd rather be a comet by far
Old school players to new school fools
'Kast keep it jumpin'
spittin' all that bourgeoise, my watch, my car
I'm a star, I'd rather be a comet by far
Old school players to new school fools
'Kast keep it jumpin'
really tryna learn to accept it
Gotta be home by like
Am I losing my mind
Am I out of control
Is it your touch that I miss
Tryna hit my line
Tryna send me
Its tough finding a balance in all
Cuz life makes you struggle with all, i know it for a fact
I've been at it for 25 years up in the map
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