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Correct COOLER THAN A BITCH Lyrics
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[Intro] Hey Hey [Chorus: Gunna] Cooler than a bitch (Cool), let the thing twice, my shooter in a 'Vette Tenth grade, bought a Frank Mueller off of licks (Yeah) Percocet feelin' like I'm cruisin' on a ship (Woah) It's your birthday, put some diamonds on your wrist (Ice) Everything be golden, had a Patek on the wrist (Yeah) Strokin' on the toe, watch her bitin' on her lip (Stroke) I fly across the globe and I call another hit (Fly) They wipin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get (Slime) I rather take the top off and bottom off the bitch (Bottom off the bitch) These favorite rappers burnin', they be runnin' out of hits (Runnin' out of hits) Say the wrong word, and I'ma shoot him in his shit (Yeah) Used to big dogs, you a poodle, I'm a pit (Shoot him) I trust these hoes just as far as I can spit (As far as I can spit) Just broke another Audemar if you like it then you get it You stand the money tall, if you broke we ain't at peace (Yeah) [Verse 1: Gunna] I feel like a rocket I'm all outer space Got pretty girls with me, I make sure all of 'em straight I dress that bitch, I put her in some Prada and bape Young Wunna international in all fifty states Listen, I might buss some nigga Big crew with a machete Smoke gasoline, I met three young lady Card never did, I just spend without a limit Three Rolls watches and they all got baguette'd I got ten bad bitches, I keep all of 'em happy I didn't [?] my bitch, buy her a gold Patek She can suck a good dick, get the Benz for 'matic This a rich nigga, come and feel my fabric Young Gun-Wunna, I got hundreds in my pants and my jacket Chandelier in the ceiling think we fucking in the palace And the real be gettin' to the millions It gon' open nigga status, open nigga status [Chorus: Gunna] Cooler than a bitch (Cool), let the thing twice, my shooter in a 'Vette Tenth grade, bought a Frank Mueller off of licks (Yeah) Percocet feelin' like I'm cruisin' on a ship (Woah) It's your birthday, put some diamonds on your wrist (Ice) Everything be golden, had a Patek on the wrist (Yeah) Strokin' on the toe, watch her bitin' on her lip (Stroke) I fly across the globe and I call another hit (Fly) They wipin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get (Slime) I rather take the top off and bottom off the bitch (Bottom off the bitch) These favorite rappers burnin', they be runnin' out of hits (Runnin' out of hits) Say the wrong word, and I'ma shoot him in his shit (Yeah) Used to big dogs, you a poodle, I'm a pit (Shoot him) I trust these hoes just as far as I can spit (As far as I can spit) Just broke another Audemar if you like it then you get it You stand the money tall, if you broke we ain't at peace (Yeah) [Verse 2: Roddy Ricch] Pull up to the Maybach, hmm, in the driveway Traphouse, had bitches count hundreds in the room How you play me? You a street nigga havin' loose lips Got a lot of new shit, Eliantte chain like the bottom of a ship Got my niggas in the feds gettin' loans when they get out Keefa had to bring the Bentayga with the kit out Got five bitches runnin' off the dope at the penthouse She ain't tryna give me no neck, she had to get out So my young shooters go weigh some shit Big brother taught me how to sip Actavis When I pull up Mulsanne, she get crackin' on the dick Lil' shawty gave me brain, I almost crashed the whip Denim, Saint Laurent, what's your shoe size? Fucked her, I don’t came about two times I got [?] on top the rooftop, yeah Big [?] suicide, yeah [Chorus: Gunna] Cooler than a bitch (Cool), let the thing twice, my shooter in a 'Vette Tenth grade, bought a Frank Mueller off of licks (Yeah) Percocet feelin' like I'm cruisin' on a ship (Woah) It's your birthday, put some diamonds on your wrist (Ice) Everything be golden, had a Patek on the wrist (Yeah) Strokin' on the toe, watch her bitin' on her lip (Stroke) I fly across the globe and I call another hit (Fly) They wipin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get (Slime) I rather take the top off and bottom off the bitch (Bottom off the bitch) These favorite rappers burnin', they be runnin' out of hits (Runnin' out of hits) Say the wrong word, and I'ma shoot him in his shit (Yeah) Used to big dogs, you a poodle, I'm a pit (Shoot him) I trust these hoes just as far as I can spit (As far as I can spit) Just broke another Audemar if you like it then you get it You stand the money tall, if you broke we ain't at peace (Yeah) [Outro] Ice Yeah Slime Runnin' out of hits Yeah
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