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waka flocka flame & slim dunkin - cool out lyrics

[hook: t.o. green]
hold up, cool out before i pull that tool out
hold up, cool out before i pull that tool out
hold up, cool out before i pull that tool out
y’all n-ggas playing, we’ll turn that b-tch to a shootout

[verse 1: lil eazy]
hold up, let lil eazy in this b-tch
cool out before a n-gga get to squeezing in this b-tch
i already got it hot, been putting the heater on the b-tch
they already tried to plot and put the people on the [?]

[verse 2: deizel nitti]
juug team, you know deizel in this b-tch
don c, t.o. green, ty g up off in this b-tch
you better mob deep off in this b-tch
’cause i’ll squad up, you better miss me with that sh-t, n-gga

[verse 3: t.o. green]
749, real money, them my people
four-fifth on me, [?] the loud for the reefer
if you’re beefing with my squad, n-gga, i wouldn’t want to be you
(we don’t f-ck with t.o. green)
and i don’t f-ck with y’all, neither
if the sh-t, it was a movie, you won’t make it to the sequel
give my j’s a filthy smell and have you knocked out by some [?]
hit them with the tec and the mac, so the hoes would [?] my equal
heard you was talking sh-t, well n-gga, it’s on when i see you

[verse 4: slim dunkin]
hey, watch your mouth, n-gga, before i pull the tool like rambo
show these f-ck n-ggas what the southside stand for
hold up and cool out before i gonna that tool out
give a f-ck, i’ll turn the church parking lot to a shootout
they say i’m crazy ’cause i got one in the chamber on the safety
but i’d rather shoot myself than let a f-ck n-gga take me
you try to rob me? you must take me as a local joker
put my hands up, f-ck n-gga, this ain’t no roller coaster

[verse 5: lil capp]
hold up, calm down, take a chill pill, cool out, n-gga
y’all know what my crew ’bout, n-gga
better pack the sh-t and move out, n-gga
y’all don’t want a shootout, n-gga
y’all don’t want a shootout, n-gga
get ducked off in the house ’cause the block got too hot, n-gga
streets talking and the feds watching
no one around when the lead popping
they said get him, i said got him
he disrespect, so i headshot him
streets talking and the feds watching
no one around when the lead popping
they said get him, i said got him
he disrespect, so i headshot him

[verse 6: waka flocka flame]
shots fired, man down, flocka love them gun sounds
hold up, cool out before we pull them tools out
take you to the parking lot so we can have a shootout
hitsquad ’bout it ’bout it and bricksquad shootout
bloods over there, we got bloods over here
this a redrum party, shawty, bloods everywhere
lime green chain, same color as my gang
h-s-t or call it the money gang

[verse 7: korbin15]
chill out, sitting geeked in that b-tch
you want beef in this b-tch? i’m on your street with this sh-t
if a n-gga claim he know me, if i’m sleeping with a b-tch
or probably on the road, packing heater with the clip
said, [?] see me creep, yeah, we deep off in this b-tch
we got choppers, we gonna pop them ’cause we street off in that b-tch
and we rolling off them beans when i’m sleep off in this b-tch
you can get shot at, get your -ss beat off in this b-tch

- waka flocka flame slim dunkin lyrics

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