Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cool With Me, artist - Dutchavelli. Album song Dutch From The 5th, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Under exclusive licence to Parlophone
Song language: English
Cool With Me |
Trust |
FaNaTiX |
Velli, wow |
Blood on my brand new Fendi, burn them (Burn it) |
My bruddas like «Dutch, man, 'llow that |
We can wipe it off, get some detergent» |
Guess he had been nicked for the discharging of a firearm or no attempted |
murders (Facts) |
Love God, he made me this person (Facts) |
Get caught on a glide, it’s curtains (Facts) |
Get caught on a glide, it’s peak (Yeah) |
I was S Road boppin' on opp block |
Find me an opp, play hide and seek (Where they at?) |
Out here, man, it’s finders keepers |
Run up on the plug, what I find, I keep (Ah-ah) |
In guns and money, we trust |
When shh gets dropped, my mind’s at ease (I'm free) |
Came up this side and chose that side |
My nigga, that’s fine by me |
My nigga, that’s cool with me (Ah) |
But you ain’t moved Mum out the hood, that’s stupid, don’t let me act stupidly, |
trust (Trust) |
You’re lucky that your brother went school with me (Ah-ah) |
If I knock that door and slap this four, you’ll be singing like Junior Reid |
Trust, you’ll be singing like Jodeci |
Black suits, and black coupes |
Fuck boy had a past to preach (Fuck boy had a past to preach) |
Somebody lookin' over me (Over me) |
Gotta look over my shoulder, heard the revolver squeeze (Baow) |
I can see the blue lights in the distance, I think feds heard the revolver |
squeeze (Shit) |
Don’t commercialise beef, go 'round there and won’t even know it’s me |
In a downtown function, still gotta do risk assessments and CRBs (Woi-oi) |
I see the young G try grip the dots with one hand, likkle man can’t control |
this heat |
Done a bait exchange in residential zones (Mm) |
Now them neighbours baffed, these ain’t council flats, these are mortgaged homes |
I’m in this Oxford jail, I can’t send in drones |
I put a yout on the V in some dressed-up clothes |
I can’t stiff him at security, take this phone (No) |
I gotta pattern these bank transfers 'til me and my section’s home |
My closest friend is a demon |
I don’t say things 'cause it sounds convenient |
G just put that thing in a bag (Ah-ah) |
It won’t bang cah the gun need cleaning |
Feel like I’ve been here like a thousand times |
That’s a schoolboy error, I’m a genius |
WD-40, get rid of that rust |
Now I’m in the back, gun leaning, trust (Trust) |
Now I’m in the back, just leaning |
It was all robbery money and fiends |
Now I’m gettin' money off streaming (Trust) |
Break down the pack in Kensi' |
Even though fans tell me they love me in Sweden (Facts) |
And them man know we’re beefin' (Ah-ah) |
But I can’t tell Mummy the reason |
Surely, surely, can’t violate me in the streets |
Somebody gon' die by the end of the evening (Brrt) |
I’m tryna hurt somebody’s feelings (Facts) |
Plug tryna put up that price |
Burn that bridge, I don’t need him |
Trust, if rap don’t work, it’s back to the dealing (Yeah) |
If rap don’t work, it’s calm, it’s back to what man know best (Trapping) |
Seen cats marching through the town, holding magazines like they’re having a |
protest |
My probation pissed with me cah I got bagged again, I ain’t making progress |
(Haha) |
Driving in a next man’s name, hold on, don’t take me station, need to pass this |
road test (Neoww) |
This lean ain’t no antidepressant, feel litter than a kid on Christmas Eve |
(Litty) |
I ain’t got no OG’s, don’t need a G-pass to permit this beef |
I heard them man say they wanna war me but them youts got insufficient P’s |
(Brass) |
There’s no blood on his Take Risks tee but he still got a burner rinsed in |
bleach (Wow) |
Blood on my brand new Fendi, burn them |
My bruddas like «Dutch, man, 'llow that |
We can wipe it off, get some detergent» |
Guess he had been nicked for the discharging of a firearm or no attempted |
murders |
Love God, he made me this person |
Get caught on a glide, it’s c- |