Lyrics:
I see his thumbs workin' overtime lately
Immersed in a text you sent discretely
She probably a cool chick, light skinned, pretty
Come to think
and rung alarms with it
And nowadays I've aged, so I'm calm with it
But I'm the reason Flex started droppin them bombs with it
Up by the club love thugs
gonna call me
And I wait by the phone
I need to hear you sayin'
All of the right things
'Cause Boy I got your number
I'm trying to play it cool
kind of hold girl
There's not another hip enough to get me by the nose
You're too good to me baby
Always on my mind
Too good to me baby
Treat
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
Come sit by my side little darlin'
Come lay your cool hand on my brow
And promise me that you will
Never be nobody's darlin' but mine
Be
"That chick Julie, she's truly dazzling
Yep, but she's not one of ours."
One: She's cool. He's hot.
She's from the valley. He's not.
"Mess with
smiled a nervous smile,
But I warmed up and acted cool standing by the stove.
And your eyes made it strange and I felt out of place.
Wondering if you,
daddy, so full of beer this is the sixth time that he pissed
Yo grand mammy, man I know she's super buck 'cause she feelin me
Listin to good ol' boys I
Come sit by my side little darlin'
Come lay your cool hand on my brow
And promise me that you will
Never be nobody's darlin' but mine
Be
Big Ski and Big Sheller
Got these old rappers fed up
Cool kid, no pressure
Switch hoes like the weather
Boy I know you ain't like that
Why you
Fe fi fo, catch a boy by his toe
And if I see his bitch I'ma never let her know
'Cause I'm a freaky bitch and I keep it on the low
Hood boys love
In a town in Sweden by a stream so clear and cool
A boy would sit and fish and dream when he should have been in school
Now, he couldn't read
It's not enough to have balls, Spalding, ha
One day by Starbucks
I bumped into a guy rocking black Chucks
He said "Excuse me, beautiful," I said, "Aww,
you too good to be true?
Did you come here alone boy?
(are you here playing all by yourself? )
Do you have a girl at home boy?
(he sounds so good I
hotsauce
I'ma heat it up, boy
Where them wide bodies
where them wide bodies
where them wide bodies
Tell me where them wide bodies
(Love it in a wide body)
Go Let Tha Cock Out
Not Now But We To Far To Stop Now
She Dun Crossed Her Arms Yea She Call Herself Hot Now
Cool Off With Tha Top Down
Oh Boy. Fuck Wit
by so called peers
Y'all have to pardon me
Graffiti beat street
Write my life for all to see
You take a bite and leave the
Rest I remind you of Lee do
like cool, bitch
Don't wake me up, i'm dreamin'
Puff, puff, pass, that's old school
I'm getting yesterday's paper
That's old news
The way I'm programmed,
what's happenin'
Got a 400K in cash, they said I trap it in
Four bruddas in two years, tell me how them boys are managin'
Free by the guys in Allen (yo)
her uhm
Who and who?
I dey knack their babe, but they think I'm cool
Puss in boots
Anything I do, they go like go run am too
2 by 2
Come with
Nezistil si kto, bolelo by to
Idem ako Benz, yeah
Pre môj moneybag, yeah
Zlato na môj krk, yeah
Raf Simons, mám nove shoes, yeah
Všetko čo spravím je cool
funky!
Give me that funky beat
Put it on repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat
Baby, play it cool
We don't do It by the rules
And it's hot, hot, hot
Now that
They fear me, huh
Guess I'm the one
Never toked a pistol but I hold the guns
Girls have fun
Boys have funds
DJ Khaled, had to hit 'em with
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