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Lirik Lagu Scotty atl – Too Cool [remix]


By: Admin | Artist: S scotty atl | Published: 2024-04-07T08:45:42:00+07:00
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[verse 1: scotty atl]
too cool, i’m too cool, wit my collar part and my hat tipped
i’m the new dude wit the hot line and i’m not lyin’
n-gga wit the club but she not mine, she in love wit the chevy wit the woodgrain
said her daddy used to drive one and i said, chevy got shot make ya feel like you ridin in a boat you can ride you can get good head, would you like that?
and i laugh, i’m the most coolest cat in my cl-ss, sum c-m laude if i did finish college, i’d be in the cool club with them asians and that cl-ss
hood n-gga swag but he got good credit, keep sh-t clean he don’t need no edit
ridin’ red candy paint wit them pasta guts and i feel like we ridin’ in spaghetti
ea sports i be on my game, these p-ssy n-gga out here so lame
can’t get mad cause he ain’t that cool, i ain’t gotta flex i’m just doin’ my thang
doin’ my bih, doin’ my grind, doin’ yo girl, payin’ my dues
boy you got a cheat code in this thang, i done start n-gga i can’t lose

[chorus]
push, cool, hustle, grind
count, dough, ride, fly

[verse 2: young dro]
check this, okay
i’m blowin’ bubble kush while yo broad still chewin’ here
football pockets same size stewey head
i got that 107.9 rockin’ [?]
understand what e.t. rock, astronaut gucci specs
we ain’t goin’ home cause we ain’t got no moon coochie yet
snap a n-gga toothless, ya’ll are the bootiest
rottweiler bankroll, ya’ll small poochie pet
two chainz, ludacris, state weed, sewage sh-t (ugh)
ain’t bustin’ b-tches till they pull up in my pulpit (dear lord)
old school fila joggin’ suit blue velour that (what you know about that?)
i f-ck wit cash cows so you know i’m on that bullsh-t
everything cool b-tch, dro be on that hood sh-t, dro

[chorus]
push, cool, hustle, grind
count, dough, ride, fly

[verse 3: playboy tre]
back for the dec, back for the east, speak that heat n-gga back for the streets
ain’t no rest, ain’t no sleep, f-ck n-ggas beg while the real n-ggas eat
n-gga so we eat, and we eat, f-ck all night been in it all week
been in it all month, in it all year, do it for the city n-gga and we all here
way too fresh, way too cool, i’m on that drank n-gga way too throwed
way too lit for the sh-t that she talmbout, shut yo drunk -ss mouth
and yeah they love that, love that, n-ggas talk but i does that
gucci clothes keep groupie hoes tryna get between my coupe doors
we the sh-t f-ck who you felt, who you like or who you rep
high cl-ss n-gga wit a att-tude, i smack yo -ss wit a louie belt
louie belt, louie shades, ridin’ round bumpin’ that juicy j
you say no but i can’t though, so gon pour some of that drank hoe

[chorus]
push, cool, hustle, grind
count, dough, ride, fly

[verse 4: cuz lightyear f.k.a. s.l. jones]
jonesy
i’m so wavy i’m so wavy, a sniper couldn’t graze me
wifey seem to like me, so they hubbies tend to hate me
police chase me and i get away, abn like my n-gga trae
loco wit my vatos i’m in the trap wit my big cuz roscoe, say
sleepin’ on a bean bag here full of knots, graduated from a beeper to a phone full of apps
always on alert trill n-ggas don’t relax, we grindin’
extra credit when i finish my -ssignment, too cool you can check my climate
i might be anemic they throwin’ it up, yeah i might be bulimic, i’m kind of a g*nius, i’m sort of a smart guy
cause this cheese that i’m makin’ a smart buy, from the bottom but i’m on the charts high
i’ma g but they love when i talk fly
cause my lingo, got wings yo
i beef it up and i swing low
ion even gotta tell em my whole name
they love that n-gga named jonesy

[chorus]
push, cool, hustle, grind
count, dough, ride, fly
be, you, not, me
too cool, to try ta, be
h-ll yeah they love that
h-ll yeah they love that
face time wit my lights on
cool sh-t and they love that
h-ll yeah they love that
h-ll yeah they love that
outfit wit no ice one
cool sh-t and they love that


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