Too Cool

I ball on these niggas like phoenix
Dat making these niggas my sons
I serve the niggas like Venus
Throwing the ones in the buns
Yo bitch she all on my penis
She only do it for fun
But if a nigga talking bout me he gon have to praise to the tip of this gun
I'm way to smoove for the shi
I'm way too cool for the shi
And you know I'm right
I make moves on ya bitch
She make moves on my dick
And we do it all night
I'm a fool with the stick
Imma shoot wit the blick
We gon take out yo light
I'm loosin my shit
He oozing his shit
Now his body telling me good night

Bitch Imma menace
Not talking no Dennis
I'm getting them racks
Aint talking no tennis
Imma keep going
And you cannot end this
Fuck all you niggas
Who still be offended (uh huh)
Cause you niggas be pussy (uh huh)
I got yo bitch gushy (uh huh)
Yo boy in the bushes (uh huh)
My ice stay cold no matter weather
I'm playing chess yall Niggas is checkers
Gotta white bitch her last name is heather
These niggas is soft the fuck is a feather
making the bullets connect like it's tether
He seeing the lord he seeing the reverend
I make what you make in a month in a second
I'm not a teacher but I'll teach you a lesson
Off of these percs I be moving to fast
Shawty real thick she got whole lotta ass
Gotta stay together get to the paper gotta stick to the cash
Moving 200 got three on the dash
Aim for the top gotta stay up on task
Molly got me scratching and itching you know I'm not talking-

I ball on these niggas like phoenix
Dat makes these niggas my sons
I serve the niggas like Venus
Throwing the ones in the buns
Yo bitch she all on my penis
She only do it for fun
But if a nigga talking bout me he gon have to praise to the tip of this gun

I Never been a ref but I carry a tec
But you know I can fight But aim above of the neck
The way I fuck up on this beat I'm bound to leave it sticky
If you beefing wit me it's bound leave it icky
If you fucking wit me you know I'm bound to bring the blicky



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Writer(s): Steven Demby
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