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cooley chi - cool shit lyrics

kris- man i say we back at it again, back at it again. they say shawty tryna kick it tell her bring a couple her friends. im in here with cooley chi. yea we bout to get it in. and all dem hoes choosin so you know dats a win. man dis polo sh-t keep stackin, my n-ggas we crakin, yea we headed to dem bands what you n-ggas neva lackin? i ain’t worried bout distractions. yall n-ggas no action. my lil mans be packin.everytime im out i be swaggin. wild boy yea we bout it, you real n-gga i doubt it,my whole team be clouded kush pack we louded

korda (cooley chi)- k i got wheats up on my feet. hawiian punch in my lean. put on for the team now i gotta do my thing. i come through roll up the extendo. kidd came wit like 10 hoes they invited like 10 mo. in other words its on. yea shawty she goin. boy she ready and willin. uma f-ck it up up up past that ceilin. hoes say im appelin. cuz i handle my buisness. if you would do the same then you would know how we livin. ok i live with swag.i want louie bags, with expensive tags flamin up that sour pack. they say korda why you spend that sh-t cuz ima make it back. i never ben a flipper but im good at flippin cash. f-ck if you say you heard of me. f-ck yo common courtesy. i just wanna murder beats i do this sh-t like reguarly. gotta make this money stretch im tired of the stress. man i can’t wait to get the check

jmo (cooley chi)- im bandin up on these n-ggas. f-ckn all of they b-tches. potent weed in my swisher. trap tendencies in em. fat heads up in my denim. you stuntin ridin in rentals. im flexin walkin in venues. im servin n-ggas no menu.dont mention me when i hit you. might take yo sh-t wen my rent due. i ain’t f-ckin roud wit you new cats. my head up my boots strapped. they talk sh-t my krew clap. sh-t go down like 4 flats. my lil brodie he on dat. head f-cked up wit that prozac. i ben broke can’t go back. new snapback im fresh as sh-t.my d-ck out yo b-tch a l!ck. white boy money no 50 cent. gotta f-ck these labels like diddy did. call a couple bad b-tches and my n-gga kidd. sh-t goin down need a couple rounds that patron lets pour it up. only four of yall hoes finna smoke wit us. that fifth wheel b-tch betta f-ckin buss. gotta do the team while i pour the lean. my brodie rollin he off a bean. i dont f-ck wit that but he got my back. gave me his last when i f-ckin cr-pped. thats real n-gga sh-t gotta f-ck wit that. pray i never see the day that my homies rat

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