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Cool As Hell

Ali

Heavy Starch

2002

a high time

(Ali)
It's like I wake up an' it's pourin'
Ladies was on us like Sean John
Rims, Timbs, and them Slims with the green
I don't chill I mantain,

I love your
Grip
Dirt brown rum and that's
All we sip
Love when you cum and you
Bite your lip
Take it all off
Baby girl just strip
Whenever we dance
I

hoes screaming save me
I'm sorry lil girl I can't be your baby

Pimp talk straight talk
Luh the way that bitch walk
Brown skin 5''5'
Huge hips my size

Lilly, Lilly baby
Tell me we're not crazy
Bless me with your big brown eyes

Lilly, Lilly lover
Dreams dreams then dreams another
Turns clouds

Gotta jersey from Mitchell & Ness, I ain’t even stressed, I’m doin’ the best
And I ain’t even thinkin’ ‘bout sex, my jeans are by Guess, ‘cause I

As babies, we went from semi-lac and Enfamil
To the internet and Fentanyl
Where our consent was still against the will
I got that detox for ya'll

Maddie lived in west LA
Long brown hair with bangs that lay
Upon her brow, tanned lightly by the sun

Her sparkling eyes were crystal blue
When she

Big baby in a building
Like I'm building
Body pressing
Beat jumping
Mic wrecking
Get sent to heaven
Sent by the villain
Super powers
Call me eleven

parents by mother goose
They told me all these niggas out here buying shoes
Cuz they can't walk in yo shoes and that’s the truth
By myself most of the time

for that money im getting paid
She know i got it thats why she tryna get laid

No

We just tryna baa aaa aaall
Making money like we sponsored by 2k
Send

paid away babies of ten or more women
Spade had a wife by the name of Ann,
She'll tell you how fame can change a man
Cuz Spade was a drunk, and Spade was

Yeah
In case you didn't know it
This song is sponsored by alcohol
Yeah
So here's my endorsement
Let's turn up a lil' bit
LETS GO!
The turn up is

(Great John on the beat, by the way)

Look, look, I'm a young nigga
Boss winnin', pockets full of rubber bands
Bitches see me, get to forgettin'

Stay by the whipper
Through the pillow how I deliver
Almighty moving this mafia godfather figure
Price is on me couple of dollars
Gonna put me in

India Kager. Kept their baby out of danger
Both shot by cops. Both wounds became fatal
Janet Wilson done wrong. I’m sorry that you are gone
I’m so hurt

Fuck it less get drunk
Sip this whiskey

Brown boy makin moves ya
Wannna be me
See me
John Cena ya
Can't see me
Shooters by my side ya
Make ya stomach

John Travolta
Bitch I'm off the dope Orlando Brown
Bitch I'm off the dope like Robert Downey
Bitch I'm off the dope like Demi Lovato
Yes I'm off the dope

thing
The funky Filipino

Placing bets by the casino
I spit when I talk
OG like listen to oldies
I fold these green pieces of paper

I've been through

crazy lately

Written by: John Spears and Tatynisha Michelle Anderson Graham

mine
(baby, yeah)
Are you still down for mine
(and u should know I will be around, baby)
Are you still down for mine

Now its a brand new year
And were

You chilling with cats
Fuck her on the viral so
She'll kill all the bats
Drop top, Lincoln, like I'm John F kennedy
Baby let me cuff you pick
You up in

Raised in the south just like FT (FT)
Now I went and got FT on an anthem
Take man's baby mum to that bando (that trap)
You want her back? Better give me

In the Town

Rapsody

The Idea of Beautiful

2012

used to read the scripture from the Bible, Mark and John
But now she's all alone in the town by herself
Like her mom tending to they needs, living for

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
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