| Hey
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| Hey
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| Cooler than a bitch (Cool)
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| Let her think twice, my shooter in the VIP (Yeah)
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| Tenth grade, bought a Frank Mueller off of licks (Yeah)
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| Percocet, feelin' like I’m cruisin' on a ship (Woah)
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| It’s your birthday, put some icin' on your wrist (Ice)
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| I reached every goal, had to write another list (Yeah)
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| I’m strokin' on a toe while she bitin' on her lip (Stroke)
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| I fly across the globe and I call another hit (Fly)
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| They watchin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get (Slime)
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| I’m ridin' to the top from the bottom of ditch (Bottom off the ditch)
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| Your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin' out of hits (Runnin' out of hits)
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| Say the wrong word, and I’ma shoot him in his shit (Yeah)
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| We some big dogs, you a poodle, I’m a pit (Shoot him)
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| I don’t trust these hoes at all, just as far as I can spit (Far as I can spit)
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| We fuckin' up the mall, if you like it, then you get it (Like it,
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| then you get it)
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| We stack the money tall, if you broke, then we’ll fix it (Tall)
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| I feel like a rocket, I’m goin' outer space (Outer space)
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| Got pretty vibes with me, I make sure all of 'em straight
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| I dress a bitch, I put her in some Prada and BAPE
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| Young Wunna international in all fifty states (Woah)
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| Listen, I might buss a nigga, war ready
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| Chop a nigga crew with a machete
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| Smokin' gasoline, ninety-three, unleaded
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| Card never D’d, I can spend without a limit (Yeah)
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| Three Rolls watches and they all got baguette’d (Woah)
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| I got ten bad bitches, I keep all of 'em happy (Yeah)
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| You ain’t did nothin' for my bitch, bought an all-gold Patek
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| She can suck a good dick, get the Benz four 'matic (Benz)
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| This a rich nigga, come and feel my fabric
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| Young GunWunna, I got hundreds in my pants and my jacket
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| Chandelier all in the ceilin', think we fuckin' in the palace
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| When you really gettin' millions, it gon' up a nigga status, up a nigga status
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| Cooler than a bitch (Cool)
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| Let her think twice, my shooter in the VIP (Yeah)
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| Tenth grade, bought a Frank Mueller off of licks (Yeah)
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| Percocet, feelin' like I’m cruisin' on a ship (Woah)
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| It’s your birthday, put some icin' on your wrist (Ice)
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| I reached every goal, had to write another list (Yeah)
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| I’m strokin' on a toe while she bitin' on her lip (Stroke)
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| I fly across the globe and I call another hit (Fly)
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| They watchin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get (Slime)
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| I’m ridin' to the top from the bottom of ditch (Bottom off the ditch)
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| Your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin' out of hits (Runnin' out of hits)
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| Say the wrong word, and I’ma shoot him in his shit (Yeah)
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| We some big dogs, you a poodle, I’m a pit (Shoot him)
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| I don’t trust these hoes at all, just as far as I can spit (Far as I can spit)
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| We fuckin' up the mall, if you like it, then you get it (Like it,
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| then you get it)
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| We stack the money tall, if you broke, then we’ll fix it (Tall)
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| Pull up to the Maybach in the driveway, hmm
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| Traphouse, had bitches countin' hundreds in the room
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| How you claimin' you a street nigga havin' loose lips?
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| Got a lot of new shit, Eliantte chain like the bottom of a ship
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| Got my niggas in the feds, gettin' loads when they get out
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| Keefa had to bring the Bentayga with the kit out
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| Got five bitches rollin' off the dope at the penthouse
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| She ain’t tryna give me no neck, she had to get out
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| Send my young shooters, go wet some shit
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| Big brother taught me how to sip Actavis
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| When I pull up Mulsanne, she get crackin' on the dick
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| Lil' shawty gave me brain, I almost crashed the whip
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| Get her Saint Laurent, what’s your shoe size?
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| Fucked her, I done came 'bout two times, yeah
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| I got top on top the rooftop, yeah
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| Big Cullinan, suicide, yeah
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| Cooler than a bitch (Cool)
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| Let her think twice, my shooter in the VIP (Yeah)
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| Tenth grade, bought a Frank Mueller off of licks (Yeah)
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| Percocet, feelin' like I’m cruisin' on a ship (Woah)
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| It’s your birthday, put some icin' on your wrist (Ice)
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| I reached every goal, had to write another list (Yeah)
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| I’m strokin' on a toe while she bitin' on her lip (Stroke)
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| I fly across the globe and I call another hit (Fly)
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| They watchin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get (Slime)
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| I’m ridin' to the top from the bottom of ditch (Bottom off the ditch)
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| Your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin' out of hits (Runnin' out of hits)
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| Say the wrong word, and I’ma shoot him in his shit (Yeah)
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| We some big dogs, you a poodle, I’m a pit (Shoot him)
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| I don’t trust these hoes at all, just as far as I can spit (Far as I can spit)
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| We fuckin' up the mall, if you like it, then you get it (Like it,
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| then you get it)
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| We stack the money tall, if you broke, then we’ll fix it (Tall)
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| Ice
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| Yeah
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| Slime
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| Runnin' out of hits
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| Yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song COOLER THAN A BITCH , by - Gunna. Song from the album WUNNA, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп