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king louie - too cool (remix) lyrics

[hook: king louie]
every day i mubu, god mighty to bruce
hard body shotta, you can call me zoo lou
i am who your boo do
she think i know voodoo
she said y’all was too through
louie i am too cool (2x)

[verse 1: king louie]
drilling on that g sh-t, roast em’ with the forty
signify i mean it money g-e-t it
if you ain’t bout that beat it
what i smoke be seedless
mooley over b-tches, bullets for the snitches
faster att-tude, who care about a witness?
banding up for fitness stupid cake no wishes
every day is christmas, my n-ggas is hitters
you can make the hit list
t-shirt with pictures, your b-tch is my mistress
she give my d-ck kisses, syd with the head i nick named her vicious
d-o-p-e in swishers
got b-tches by the sisters
i love all my brothers we f-ck baby mothers
but due to the fact that they don’t trust us, it’s f-ck our baby mothers
double f-ck the busters, amen to the hustlers
fly e-n-t m-a-d-e n0body can touch us
stacking while i spend it, balling, no ruckus!

[hook: king louie 2x]

[verse 2: 2 chainz]
louis on my new shoes in the booth i boofoo
and you know i stay fresh, that lauren london, that new new
everybody you knew know
this right here ain’t no nuvo
this right here is that codeine
my jean pockets on sumo
all i need is one life, all i need is one mic
take your girl up on week. it will be me, her and plus one dyk-
i’m doing me, hope you’re doing you
and my coupe on twenty two’s
and my girl only twenty two and my gun hold…
yeah and you know i’m right now, i do autographs, i ain’t signing out
i need to have a sign around, to say this what the grind about
this is what my town about
the money, drugs, and them fast cars
yeah, b-tch i dropped the top
i’mma need a sports bra

[hook: king louie 2x]

[verse 3: red cafe]
look, money come like h-rny chicks
honey come jump up on this d-ck
real n-gga i’m on the strip
i’m a new york giant, i’m selling nicks
now my ? that a b-tch
she might be your, ain’t that a b-tch?
now you wanna oj stab a b-tch
cause you find out what the real n-gga had to mention
friday bulls and knicks play, i’mma fly out and land at midway
get in early, mid day
so i get paid, and i get laid
fall right in that factory, all these ho’s attached to me
she wanna sit with ciroc boys, so guess what’s in her daiquiri
i’m bout green i’m gucci brother
red, green, that’s gucci color
i’m living that boss life, cause all my b-tches do each other
every day i move work sour diesel, kush, purp
now i got them ozs, this what i should, i pushed first!
i’ll be off that method man. hoes really wanna know what i’m on
need a chick, gain a chick
f-ck a chick, then i’m gone!
is that shake down life style
n-gga look good, need a wipe down
money over b-tches, yesterday, tomorrow, right now

[hook:]

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