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cole myer - paragliding lyrics

4th quarter, jump up on the stage to the backboard
p+ssy come to me and i can tell that he try hard
p+ssy walk around, i can tell you just act hard
i be on the court with my gucci and my goyard
jump up on the court, hit a 4th quarter jump shot
feel like lil mop, nba, i can’t be stopped
feel like lil mop, i got b+tches on my d+mn c+ck
i’m shootin’ and i can’t stop, i’m the hottest on the block
b+tches like some birds, the way they get together and they flock

i’m like a bird, way i’m fly as a canary
i’m bout my business walkin’ in and i’m wearin’ sperry’s
and i f+ckin’ take it cause there is no room for sharing
and he beggin’ for a dollar like he callеd a tooth fairy
yeah, i cook him up like it’s fahrenhеit
jumpin’ out the roof and i swear i get some air like mike
i am not in love so i said it is not fair to pipe
when i pop a pill i cannot get up, i am paralyzed
guess i gotta paraglide cause i’m tired of walkin
i’m not rappin’, hop on beats with this sh+t i’m talkin
yeah, my b+tch is dumb as f+ck with them doors she knockin
and i bet that when we break up she’ll be steady stalkin
b+tches knockin’ on my door but i won’t let her in
yeah, i send the chicken through the mail like a letterman
all y’all f+ckin’ broke so i said that i am better than
i feel like x+man but i’m lonely, i’m a veteran
and i always got the answer like i play kahoot
this is not a game, i won’t play if you see him shoot
i ain’t even mean to diss her but i will not call her cute
i feel like travis scott, i’m walkin’ in the highest in the room
me and cole the men in black, we walkin’ with a suit
if she’s a 10, why she talkin’? got that b+tch on mute
why she even talkin’? ain’t got room for that
yeah, i saw his b+tch ass but i know he movin’ back
yeah, i saw his b+tch ass, yeah, i’m movin’ pack
got a 30+round clip loaded in the mac
stole your b+tch on christmas then i gave her back
and i call her rudolph cause she got a rack
i’m a winner, winner, winner, call it chicken dinner
got the ink with the paper like a f+ckin’ printer
she call me faithful but lil mop is a sinner
got these b+tches fightin’ for me like i’m jerry springer
i can pull up on a b+tch, make her wet like fiji
i got lost in my mansion like i am luigi
i got so much money that you wishin’ you could be me
b+tches love me cause they see me on the f+ckin’ tv
i got b+tches on my b+tches cause they f+ckin’ needy
all my b+tches is so wet i think i need a squeegee
yeah, she drippin’ like a faucet, yeah, this sh+t is leaky
lil mop everywhere like i am graffiti

- cole myer lyrics

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