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brandon thomas - too cool lyrics

[hook]
i think im too cool to not be f-cking yo b-tch
i’m d-cking her down, she taking them hits
she taking them hits, up out of my bong
yeah, boy i’m the sh-t

[verse 1: brandon thomas]
i said i’m too st–zy
in that lemon lime lamborghini
i’m telling time on my breitling
n-gga i’m fly, this sh-t too easy
and the hoes choosing when they see me
it’s $fd or die
cheifin on that fye
with my n-gga ckent and we high
and you know we makin moves
f-ck that waitin sh-t,that patient sh-t
i got yo b-tch gettin naked, sh-t
i smash her then we shop an go eat dinner
but she pay for it with yo funs while i’m getting dough
my ocean view will make ya hoe nose run
on the 25th floor in my condo
bad b-tches, got a lot of those
and they in here, like swimwear
and my kix rare, so thats tropical
shop till we drop, cop two pairs and an iced out watch
for me and my b-tch, just me and my b-tch
yeah she scheme when she p-ssed
then i’m rolling up, the greenest of thrax, and i light me a spliff
cause i’m too cool to not be beating yo b-tch out the frame
she at my spot, she gave me top, and i skeeted in yo main
i’m brandon2nice, she know that cause i make her scream my name
all this rose gold on my neck and wrist make these hoes go insane

[hook]

[verse 2: ckent]
i said i’m too cool to not be f-cking yo b-tch
don’t got to guess who f-ckin yo b-tch
$fd, you know we the sh-t
we’ll smoke a zip at any location
that calis what i’m blazin’
got a bad joint shes half asain
and if she ain’t here in five minutes
this joint i’ll be facin
man, i had to keep it a hunned
in the vip getting blunted
young n-ggas into stuntin
roll up what you wantin
don’t stunt them n-ggas who frontin
i swear they don’t want nothin
i swear they all be bluffin
don’t know why ya’ll be cuffin
the same hoes that drive my whip, that cook me sh-t
that posted up at the same place i’m paying rent
don’t really make no sense, 2012 we ain’t make no sense
nor no bills so i had to trap for tuition to pay my them bills
cook some mills and move some pills, cheffin sk!lls i kept it trill
i got soldiers in the field and they always keep it real
thats all i ask, is that too much
all i know, is that too much
stuffed up in this dutch, and i’m with this b-tch who dutch
and she keep tellin’ me i’m

[hook]

[outro]
(brandon thomas)
b-tch know i’m fye, rollin up strong and we high
my lips on the bong, her lips on my d-ck
she love me but i don’t know why, aye
said i don’t know why
maybe i’m handsome or she like my rappin
or cause of my cash and luxurious mansion
them b-tches be callin and they be harrasin
a n-gga bout cashin and p-ssing them checks
n-gga you know that them hoes gonna flex

(ckent)
hoes gonna flex till you show em the chain
show em the chain, they remember yo name
member yo name, they’ll throw you the brain
f-ck out her brains till the b-tch go insane
b-tch went insane and then asked for a ring
so i rolled up some reefer and blew out some rings

- brandon thomas lyrics

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