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the cool kids – protect your connect lyrics

[chorus: kab]
protect yo connect, no stylist, whole team be wylin’
(cardo got wings)
protect yo connect, move silent, this party private (yeah)
protect yo connect, money pilin’, can’t fit in the wallet (yeah)
protect yo connect, circle solid, no squares inside it

[verse 1: boldy james]
baguettes and pateks
rolex with vvs and baguettes
hit em with the flex, stretch with the press drop it in a pyrex, hi+tech, percocet
fresh dressed
smelling like a million+dollar+check, make myself at home anywhere i’m at, i’m not a guest
catching bands always good address, ain’t no questions asked you ain’t never gotta guess
diamonds on my neck looking like a bowl of meth
yo b+tch can’t tell me no, she too busy sayin yes
money, power and respect, you a ham get finessed
movin’ all this blue and orange like i’m playin for the mets
where we at?

[verse 2: sir michael rocks]
protect your connects
you playing checkers for the check, not chess
i’m in the duplex, getting dressed to the neck
gore+tex force 1s, subi jeans, [?]
[?], my antennas at attention when i see money
not tryin to ghost you but hurry up shorty, my phones is doing cart wheels for car sales and art deals
that make you wanna hang it up
erything lined up, got 12 phones flying up
bye bye birdie when they land imma rain dance
black church praise dance
tax for the busses on the westside with some guys walking to the function

[chorus: kab]
protect yo connect, no stylist, whole team be wylin’
protect yo connect, move silent, this party private (yeah)
protect yo connect, money pilin’, can’t fit in the wallet (yeah)
protect yo connect, circle solid, no squares inside it

[verse 3: chuck inglish]
on a 7 speed, something decent
you should’ve seen it, i gas jeaned it
to 2 pieces, have you seen it?
free the demon, because i was running seams
you know the fly route, endzone, timeout, another ring
hold up, bag in, ballin like the summer league
really nothin to it but to do it, (but to do it)
the engine ain’t move it, its the fluid
oil based sorbet, its the flavor in it baby, yellow pebbles in the bezel so we rocking in olay
out my pocket, puttin shots up like i’m at a rockets game
i don’t dance, i just pull up my pants and rock away

- the cool kids lyrics

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