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pretty boi $herm – cooler lyrics

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(hook)
wrist on cooler aye(that cooler what)
i’m in final form(that form)
power level overload, cool it down like lord(godd-mn)
gas on stank smell like p–poo aye yeah(ew what)
sleepin on me snooze boy you fufu aye yeah(snooze)
cooler(x6)
wrist on cooler aye
cooler(x3)
cool, cooler, cooler
wrist on cooler aye

(verse)
im on flex mode, kaioken on all you hoes
cooler wrist, hit up my jeweler, custom make the gold aye
askin for them ounces but them grams already sold aye
mp silencer with the hollow tips it hold aye
your b-tch tweakin, yeah you need to cooler aye yeah
takin hoes relationship goals, ima fool her aye
slither on that p-ssy like a snake aye yeah
diamonds on me flash flooded like missouri lakes d-mn
tommy boys, rock the overalls
99 my overall
f-ck that drama sh-t, it’s over yeah aye
talkin all that sh-t but you can’t finish aye
text your b-tch she come and give that face and then i finish aye

(hook)
wrist on cooler aye(that cooler what)
i’m in final form(that form)
power level overload, cool it down like lord(godd-mn)
gas on stank smell like p–poo aye yeah(ew what)
sleepin on me snooze boy you fufu aye yeah(snooze)
cooler(x6)
wrist on cooler aye
cooler(x3)
cool, cooler, cooler
wrist on cooler aye

(jimmy da kid verse)
$herm say his wrist on cooler
i got my sh-t on king cold
n-ggas they say they sh-t cooler
how when my neck it just stay froze
f-ck with me and her get exposed
my clique full of pros
don’t care for these b-tches the lord as my witness but f-ck it i’m switching these flows
n-gga we p-ss your b-tch back and forth
do that sh-t often like that’s a sport
you loving that b-tch, but i smashed for sure
n-gga you g-y like f-gs galore
b-tch i’m a star kinda like the big getty
kid cut your b-tch, i slice like machete
they hate on me now but these n-ggas ain’t ready
but f-ck it, we ball, i count up my fetti
n-gga my wrist is cooler
that mean my form is final
i blew her back out, boy i destroyed her spinal
jimmy da kid be your idol, they read my lyrics like the bible
these b-tches telling me i’m fresh to death, my fashion taste is suicidal

(hook)
wrist on cooler aye(that cooler what)
i’m in final form(that form)
power level overload, cool it down like lord(godd-mn)
gas on stank smell like p–poo aye yeah(ew what)
sleepin on me snooze boy you fufu aye yeah(snooze)
cooler(x6)
wrist on cooler aye
cooler(x3)
cool, cooler, cooler
wrist on cooler aye



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