Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Cool, artist - Problem. Album song S2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.11.2018
Record label: Diamond Lane
Song language: English
I'm Cool |
| Mo' life, mo' weed |
| I see you lookin' at me but I’m out’cho league |
| I could tell how you move but you not my speed |
| Not sayin' less about you, it’s more about me |
| So- |
| Little nigga bang back |
| Fuck, where that ass at |
| Bitch, where that cash at? |
| Bitch, where that cash at? |
| 'Cause if you ain’t on that, you really gettin' laughed at |
| I’m on a fast track, and I’m not tryna flash back |
| To my crazy days, yeah, I had some crazy ways |
| It was a crazy phase, but, nigga, I got crazy paid |
| Woo, caught a few crazy fades |
| Though I’m still with the shit, each day it fades |
| So much shit done changed, shit, mostly me |
| Drugs had me makin' decisions emotionally |
| Allowin' motherfuckers to get too close to me |
| But now, a nigga like- |
| Little nigga bang back |
| Fuck, where that ass at |
| Bitch, where that cash at? |
| Bitch, where that cash at? |
| Forever on that and I ain’t buyin' how y’all look |
| Paper and ink don’t make you a book, nigga |
| Bro, little nigga bang back |
| My mind different |
| I’m listenin' more, talkin' less |
| Ain’t focused on L’s, I’m talkin' best |
| I’m talkin' wins, I’m speakin' wins into existence |
| Thank God for his persistence |
| Huh |
| But I was lettin' him down, now- |
| Fuck where that ass at? |
| 'Cause, baby girl, we past that |
| You ain’t mine, so why would I even ask that? |
| I’m on a fast track, you still tryna flash back |
| You reminiscin' about ass smacks in public |
| Tellin' me to stop, knowin' that you love it |
| I liked it too |
| But a nigga like to hustle more than I’m likin' you |
| Little nigga bang back |
| Fuck, where that ass at |
| Bitch, where that cash at? |
| Forever on that and I ain’t buyin' how y’all look |
| Paper and ink don’t make you a book, nigga |
| And I might go over your head |
| You need money stacked to sit tall as my leg |
| Changed my hidin' spot, it was under my bed |
| Now right there is that thang that’ll blow off your head |
| And I pray to God I never have to use it, on moms |
| Me or you, and I get to choose, Allfather |
| And I ain’t say that shit to be tough or rah-rah |
| I’m just tryna make sure my kids have a father |
| So respect my G |
| And if you buyin' goods from me, please respect my fee |
| I done earned every motherfuckin' right |
| Hold on |
| Uh |
| So to whoever wanna clash nigga- |
| Little nigga bang back |
| Fuck, where that ass at |
| For real |
| Bitch, where that cash at? |
| Bitch, where that cash at? |
| What |