Lord Cooler
Tru Heru, Doja Cat
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Don't! Don't ya holla at me now, don't ya Don't ya holla at me now, uh Ill Instrumentals 'Cause you don't get along with my brothers So don't kick rocks with the others (Ehh) It's almost like we came from the same mother Low key, we did, this whole universe like My motherfuckin' mother I will travel galaxies to kill you Even if you kill me, I'll come Back around and kill you, eh Guess we'll be going back and Forth between the other side (Uh) You say they feel you, way it's Looking they don't feel you, ah Ooh, I'm burning up You need to chill and show The real you, let the people know the deal No amount of gold teeth No amount of no sleep, nigga Shit will never make you trill I know you tryna do it for the bitches I do it for the bitches too No lie, if in the process you crossing up my Brother, find your body in them ditches too Send the pictures to your misses too Ain't no real niggas be missing you I've been sitting on the moon just tryna Come up with some shit to do Eyy, I've been contemplating coming Down to earth to hit a lick or two (Ehh) kind of shocked I'm still living When I think bout All the shit that I've been living through Eyy my brother, my sister Way I'm living swear to God You gon be living too I am the supreme master of this universe I am the great destroyer Eyy, and you don't get along with no women (Ehh) if you living how I'm living Then you know wassup Gotta stop thinking bitches tripping (Ehh) , eh Cause they're in tune with something Deeper and they know wassup, eh When they talking bout the greatest Man they know it's us Had to shake a few people always holding up Eyy always holding up the progress Now I'm blowing up, eh So if the shit not really lit Then I ain't showing up, eh And don't be pressing me 'bout money, nigga Do a lot for ya You was sitting at the door, a Nigga blew the lock for ya, now you know How to do it I showed ya better know If you blow it, I told ya, let 'em know We don't mind if I take him out Right? I need to blow off some cake (Let 'em now) cause he's in a very bad mood! (Let 'em now, let 'em now) With the shit's though, ride up Pop a nigga in a benzo Rattle snake skirt with the cinch coat Looking so proper when you get dough But I can't lie, nigga, I'm anti-pictures Better keep it on the low when we get throwed And they thinkin' they be on like that, boy The swag ain't coming with a warning tag You can find me with my dogs Loyal to the bone with the swag unlocked You might think twice with the sack I Bought, with the tags I pop I can brag just 'cause But I don't, doin' lil' Things these bitches won't, yeah Doin' all the things I fucking want, yeah Most of us been left the f*ck alone Yeah It's all about what you do with your time What you do in your prime Got the Woo Woo with the lime Whiskey and a dime Yeah, Penny for your thoughts Got the Rémy on my mind Steady on the climb, eyy Hoes steady on decline Seat steady in recline In the chevy with the guy Machete on the side And we heavy getting high, yeah We heavy getting high We getting high, getting high
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