Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song COOLER THAN A BITCH, artist - Gunna. Album song WUNNA, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 300 Entertainment, Young Stoner Life
Song language: English
COOLER THAN A BITCH |
Hey |
Hey |
Cooler than a bitch (Cool) |
Let her think twice, my shooter in the VIP (Yeah) |
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 icin' on your wrist (Ice) |
I reached every goal, had to write another list (Yeah) |
I’m strokin' on a toe while she bitin' on her lip (Stroke) |
I fly across the globe and I call another hit (Fly) |
They watchin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get (Slime) |
I’m ridin' to the top from the bottom of ditch (Bottom off the ditch) |
Your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin' out of hits (Runnin' out of hits) |
Say the wrong word, and I’ma shoot him in his shit (Yeah) |
We some big dogs, you a poodle, I’m a pit (Shoot him) |
I don’t trust these hoes at all, just as far as I can spit (Far as I can spit) |
We fuckin' up the mall, if you like it, then you get it (Like it, |
then you get it) |
We stack the money tall, if you broke, then we’ll fix it (Tall) |
I feel like a rocket, I’m goin' outer space (Outer space) |
Got pretty vibes with me, I make sure all of 'em straight |
I dress a bitch, I put her in some Prada and BAPE |
Young Wunna international in all fifty states (Woah) |
Listen, I might buss a nigga, war ready |
Chop a nigga crew with a machete |
Smokin' gasoline, ninety-three, unleaded |
Card never D’d, I can spend without a limit (Yeah) |
Three Rolls watches and they all got baguette’d (Woah) |
I got ten bad bitches, I keep all of 'em happy (Yeah) |
You ain’t did nothin' for my bitch, bought an all-gold Patek |
She can suck a good dick, get the Benz four 'matic (Benz) |
This a rich nigga, come and feel my fabric |
Young GunWunna, I got hundreds in my pants and my jacket |
Chandelier all in the ceilin', think we fuckin' in the palace |
When you really gettin' millions, it gon' up a nigga status, up a nigga status |
Cooler than a bitch (Cool) |
Let her think twice, my shooter in the VIP (Yeah) |
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 icin' on your wrist (Ice) |
I reached every goal, had to write another list (Yeah) |
I’m strokin' on a toe while she bitin' on her lip (Stroke) |
I fly across the globe and I call another hit (Fly) |
They watchin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get (Slime) |
I’m ridin' to the top from the bottom of ditch (Bottom off the ditch) |
Your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin' out of hits (Runnin' out of hits) |
Say the wrong word, and I’ma shoot him in his shit (Yeah) |
We some big dogs, you a poodle, I’m a pit (Shoot him) |
I don’t trust these hoes at all, just as far as I can spit (Far as I can spit) |
We fuckin' up the mall, if you like it, then you get it (Like it, |
then you get it) |
We stack the money tall, if you broke, then we’ll fix it (Tall) |
Pull up to the Maybach in the driveway, hmm |
Traphouse, had bitches countin' hundreds in the room |
How you claimin' 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' loads when they get out |
Keefa had to bring the Bentayga with the kit out |
Got five bitches rollin' off the dope at the penthouse |
She ain’t tryna give me no neck, she had to get out |
Send my young shooters, go wet 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 |
Get her Saint Laurent, what’s your shoe size? |
Fucked her, I done came 'bout two times, yeah |
I got top on top the rooftop, yeah |
Big Cullinan, suicide, yeah |
Cooler than a bitch (Cool) |
Let her think twice, my shooter in the VIP (Yeah) |
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 icin' on your wrist (Ice) |
I reached every goal, had to write another list (Yeah) |
I’m strokin' on a toe while she bitin' on her lip (Stroke) |
I fly across the globe and I call another hit (Fly) |
They watchin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get (Slime) |
I’m ridin' to the top from the bottom of ditch (Bottom off the ditch) |
Your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin' out of hits (Runnin' out of hits) |
Say the wrong word, and I’ma shoot him in his shit (Yeah) |
We some big dogs, you a poodle, I’m a pit (Shoot him) |
I don’t trust these hoes at all, just as far as I can spit (Far as I can spit) |
We fuckin' up the mall, if you like it, then you get it (Like it, |
then you get it) |
We stack the money tall, if you broke, then we’ll fix it (Tall) |
Ice |
Yeah |
Slime |
Runnin' out of hits |
Yeah |