kur - cool it out lyrics
[intro]
i just feel like if i hit this l i’ll be cool
you feel me
[verse 1; kur]
i was so confused i was stuck
now i’m in the mood i touch bucks
use to pick up jewels from uncut
n-ggas get a tool they pumped up
i then lay in pools im pumped up
pounds they gon move me from f-cked up
from a town where n-ggas get f-cked up
from a town where n-ggas get stuck up
can’t be round n-ggas thats f-cked up
that was kur pulling the truck up
now i’m f-cking wh0r-s that was stuck up
wanted more but i had tough luck
wasn’t sure when imma come up
me and dot scr-ping them crumbs up
spot hot undies gon bum rush
i’m shot did all that dumb stuff
i’m hot still on the come up
with these thots n-ggas want one up
i don’t give a f-ck, go f-ck
standing in the cut post up
n-ggas talking tough get choked up
yea my life was tough but so what
keep my head up ain’t fold up
get your bread up the hoes f-ck
i then teared up and rolled up
think about it al was so young
think about the days with with low funds
gotta keep your faith its gon come
i was losing faith ain’t gon front
n-gga i just ate i’m going dumb
n-gga i just ate i’m going
[hook]
cool it out, cool it out, cool it out
ain’t nothing lets shoot it out
cool it out, cool it out, cool it out
ain’t nothing lets shoot it out
ain’t nothing lets shoot it out
cool it out, cool it out, cool it out
ain’t nothing lets shoot it out
cool it out ain’t nothing to shoot it out
ain’t nothing lets shoot it out, ok lets shoot it out
[verse 2; omelly]
i’m with the gang and we move it out
it ain’t nothing we can shoot it out
broad day put the tool in his scalp
f-ck later i wanna do this sh-t now
on the road i’m really tired of these clowns
got the slip and man they gotta get down
fn and i gotta full pound
walk up on em really f-ck em around
bust down rollie i payed for it
40k what i paye for it
we sh-tting on n-ggas that hate us
yea we got [???] pop these papers
f-ck all them n-ggas we blaze em yea
head shot front page em yea
we got the city on lock from sp to uptop
and we got them b-tches on lock
county n-ggas getting guap
they ain’t never gonna stop
finna make sh-t pop
counting cash spinning blocks
philly n-ggas on top
[hook]
cool it out, cool it out, cool it out
ain’t nothing lets shoot it out
cool it out, cool it out, cool it out
ain’t nothing lets shoot it out
ain’t nothing lets shoot it out
cool it out, cool it out, cool it out
ain’t nothing lets shoot it out
cool it out ain’t nothing to shoot it out
ain’t nothing lets shoot it out, ok lets shoot it out
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