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trl - good looking lyrics

[intro]
(good lookin’, gage)

[chorus]
i threw another one, i’m like good lookin’ (i’m like good lookin’, huh?)
i’m close to the edge, don’t try to push me (don’t try no dumb sh+t)
don’t wanna talk it, management’ll book me (no, it ain’t right)
i took bro coupe down, they tryna cook it
feel like melo, wasn’t there for me when i put on that hoodie
my first time in the ‘vette, i did that b+tch, i ain’t no rookie
all that barkin’, don’t get bit by the bully
add me up, b+tch, my shoes and my pants a ‘bow of cookie (a ‘bow of cookie)

[verse 1]
my phone stopped ringin’, this b+tch jumpin’
all these plays on the floor got me rushin’
my jeans need a gym, my pockets chunky
thе way your b+tch blow, she could’ve played thе trumpet, n+gga
put the presi’ on, told them diamonds trump a n+gga
win alone, die alone, i don’t f+ck with n+ggas
get your ass ran down for all that bluffin’, n+gga
could get you dropped, whole time, i’m out the country chillin’
n+ggas that don’t like my clique steady cliquin’ up
i told her she my b+tch ’cause she thick as f+ck
i gave her covid d+ck, left her sick as f+ck
if the rap workin’ out, i’m gon’ be rich as f+ck
’cause i threw an extra one, i’m like good lookin’
’cause
[chorus]
i threw another one, i’m like good lookin’ (i’m like good lookin’, huh?)
i’m close to the edge, don’t try to push me (don’t try no dumb sh+t)
don’t wanna talk it, management’ll book me (no, it ain’t right)
i took bro coupe down, they tryna cook it
feel like melo, wasn’t there for me when i put on that hoodie
my first time in the ‘vette, i did that b+tch, i ain’t no rookie
all that barkin’, don’t get bit by the bully
add me up, b+tch, my shoes and my pants a ‘bow of cookie (a ‘bow of cookie)

[verse 2]
i think this a movie, n+ggas yellin’, “take five”
the streets sh+t happen, you don’t get no break time
they’ll rock your ass to sleep in the daytime
f+ck n+ggas, they ain’t show love when it was daytime
you ain’t got nothin’, don’t worry ’bout how i make mine
treat my nephew like a prince, he feel like tay’shawn
i pulled my phone out, she gave me facetime
that boy faked the time, he sent like eight cons
when it became cool to do that snitchin’ sh+t?
he thinkin’ that we cool, i been done hit his b+tch
he split his wrist, she do what i say, i know she with this sh+ts
if the police hit the block, watch how i hit the fence
they can suck my d+ck, goin’ to jail dead (over with)
can’t get jammed up, too many in the feds
free pops, uburn, free cuz and my n+gga red
when you cop a lot, they bless you with an extra yeah
[chorus]
i threw another one, i’m like good lookin’ (i’m like good lookin’, huh?)
i’m close to the edge, don’t try to push me (don’t try no dumb sh+t)
don’t wanna talk it, management’ll book me (management, n+gga)
i took bro coupe down, they tryna cook it
feel like melo, wasn’t there for me when i put on that hoodie
my first time in the ‘vette, i did that b+tch, i ain’t no rookie
all that barkin’, don’t get bit by the bully
add me up, b+tch, my shoes and my pants a ‘bow of cookie (a ‘bow of cookie)

[outro]
i ain’t wanna talk calls management, n+gga
3137 [?] my ass f+ckin’ with ’em

- trl lyrics

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