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the cool kids - dipped lyrics

[intro: chuck inglish]
whoa, kenny!
ayy
yeah, yeah
mic check, one-two
check me out

[verse 1: chuck inglish]
heavy metal tack, keeping traction with no kickback (no kickback)
i don’t smoke no backwoods, they put fibergl-ss in that (real talk)
love myself too much, so i gotta face this blunt (yup)
solo dolo in the cut, leaf wrapping, ain’t no guts (yup)
you talking way too much, too thirsty, tryna f-ck
she don’t even know you and finessed you for some bundles (for real)
a band for some virgils, … [?]
she shaking -ss, making circles, you talking cash like you owe her
if you like it, then i love it, get excited with the money
’til i pull up to collect and you tell me you ain’t got it
n-ggas think it’s funny (chuck ain’t tripping, i ain’t worried)
that’s a metaphor for “i’m sharpening all four corners” (cl!ck-cl!ck)
you can ask chuck norris, i don’t know what the score is
but i know we beat your -ss and she was pressing me to smash
told your mama i’ma p-ss, run it back through the legs
touchdown dance, primetime, deion sanders (ayy!)

[chorus: chuck inglish & mikey rocks]
folded at the crease
white folks: please don’t call police (nah)
i’m tryna keep the peace
but these n-ggas got a piece
(so i dipped!) honey mustard with the drip
(i had to dip!) i got to dressing like a pimp
(i had to dip!) salad dressing with the shrimp (with the shrimp!)
leave a tip (tip), i’m finna dip
(so i dipped!) honey mustard with the drip
(i had to dip!) i got to dressing like a pimp
(i had to dip!) salad dressing with the shrimp
leave a tip, i’m finna dip (ayy, ayy, yeah)

[verse 2: mikey rocks]
rain like donuts, sprinkles and sh-t (brrrp!)
40 came on, i had to sprinkle a bit (sprinkle me, mayne)
rolling up a blunt, start sprinkling sh-t (huh, huh)
looked over at him—“what you think, i’m a vic’?” yeah
‘cause i just put the coolant in my cup now (put it down!)
or i might overheat and then i shut down (shut down)
n0body got a ticket to your concert (no!)
to be that godd-mn lame must be hard work
i tried to change clothes, but i wasn’t folding
i just typed it in like computer coding (h-llo?)
and situations get stickier than spilt lime
jits jumping out of the whip, ain’t tryna get time

[outro: mikey rocks]
yeah, yeah, yeah
go, go, go
yeah, yeah, yeah
go, go

- the cool kids lyrics

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