| Yeah, I’m just cooling with my goons
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, cooling with my goons
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| Yeah, I’m just cooling with my goons
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| Yeah, yeah, I’m just cooling with my goons
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| Yeah, yeah, me and Nine9 back with the tunes
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| Yeah, yeah, money old like I eat prunes
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| Go, go, yeah, yeah strong feel like shrooms
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| Damn, your bitch pussy nasty, taste like shrooms
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| Ugh, I hop in the GLE, vroom, vroom
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| Vroom, vroom, too busy getting bitches from Cancun
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| Yeah, see me and Nine9 dropping soon
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| Yeah, told him, «Nine9 I’m proud of you»
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| Yeah, YSL cologne, nigga not perfume
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| No, yeah, my life ain’t no game so I just resume
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| Yeah, you know me and Nine9 to the moon
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| Bet I hit that boy nine times then I skrrt
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| It’s not my fault he got popped like a Perc'
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| .40 on my waist and it make him chirp
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| I’m counting up chicken, I’m counting up chirp
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| Fuck a bad bitch, I know my worth
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| I sip on syrup
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| In the trap with them birds, chirp, chirp, chirp
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| .40 hit him, he need life alert
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| Coming to me when his pockets hurt
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| We ain’t renting no cars, we ain’t going to Hertz
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| Yeah, I’m just cooling with my goons
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, cooling with my goons
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| Yeah, I’m just cooling with my goons
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| Yeah, yeah, I’m just cooling with my goons |