kankan – playin it cool lyrics
[chorus]
i’m in amiri, ain’t rockin’ no ksubis
n+gga we ain’t savin’ these hoes, we ain’t stupid
b+tch tryna f+ck me, i’m playin’ it cool
b+tch tryna f+ck me, i’m playin’ it cool
ran up my money, i’m playin’ it cool
i bought them diamonds, i’m playin’ it cool
sippin’, i’m noddin off, she think i’m rude
they don’t get money, them lil’ n+ggas stupid
i’m out in traffic, i’m swaying the coupe
ferrari spider, his b+tch out the roof
pass them big racks to my twin when i’m through
ain’t selling out, that’s some sh+t i can’t do
sell out the show, and then f+cked on some groupies
i’m remaining sane, n+gga, know i stay true
no, i ain’t change up, but i’m still improving
and she think she the one, all these hoes be delusional
[verse]
know that my money insane, i don’t know what to do with it
these n+ggas asking to l!ck, and she know what to do with it
it’s a new day, i woke up in a new city
(it’s a new day, i woke up in a new city)
hittin’ his hoe from the back, now we making a movie
i don’t do capping, yeah, f+ck all the bullsh+t
doing all that capping, get hit with the full clip
[verse 2]
way outta sp+ce, i’m too geeked
yeah, marijuana, this sh+t ain’t for free
none of these hoes is for me, ha
extended mag, sit on the seat
i’m with my [?], walk on the beach
we on the yacht sippin’ wock’ on the weekend
know i do like four m’s for a meeting
we by the ocean, i might put my feet in
we having motion, lil’ b+tch, you can see it
i got my ex+b+tch, she still tryna+
f+ck it, my new b+tch, she say i’m conceited
it ain’t ’bout money, lil’ n+gga, then beat it
i’m up in goyard, b+tch, i’m rockin’+
i’m up in goyard, b+tch, i don’t f+ck with neimans
these n+ggas hating, i+
yeah, these n+ggas hating, i peep it
[chorus]
i’m in amiri, ain’t rockin’ no ksubis
n+gga we ain’t savin’ these hoes, we ain’t stupid
b+tch tryna f+ck me, i’m playin’ it cool
b+tch tryna f+ck me, i’m playin’ it cool
ran up my money, i’m playin’ it cool
i bought them diamonds, i’m playin’ it cool
sippin’, i’m noddin off, she think i’m rude
they don’t get money, them lil’ n+ggas stupid
i’m out in traffic, i’m swaying the coupe
ferrari spider, his b+tch out the roof
pass them big racks to my twin when i’m through
ain’t selling out, that’s some sh+t i can’t do
sell out the show, and then f+cked on some groupies
i’m remaining sane, n+gga, know i stay true
no, i ain’t change up, but i’m still improving
and she think she the one, all these b+tches be stupid
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