Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lord Cooler, artist - Tru HeruDate of issue: 21.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lord Cooler |
| Cause you don’t get along with my brothers |
| So gon kick rocks with the others |
| Its almost like we came from the same mother |
| Low key, we did, this whole universe like my mothafuckin mother |
| I will travel galaxies to kill you |
| Even if you kill me, ill come back around and kill you |
| Guess we’ll be going back and forth between the other side |
| You say they feel you, way its looking they don’t feel you |
| Ooo I’m burning up, you need to chill and show the real you |
| Let the people know the deal |
| No amount of gold teeth, no amount of no sleep |
| Shit will never make you trill |
| I know you tryna do it for the bitches |
| I do it for the bitches too |
| No lie, if in the process you crossing up my brother |
| Find your body in them ditches too |
| Send the pictures to your misses too |
| Ain’t no real niggas be missing you |
| I’ve been sitting on the moon just tryna come up with some shit to do |
| I’ve been contemplating coming down to earth to hit a lick or two |
| Kind of shocked I’m still living when I think bout all the shit that I’ve been |
| living through |
| My brother, my sister, way I’m living swear to god you gon be living too |
| You don’t get along with no women |
| If you living how I’m living then you know wassup |
| Gotta stop thinking bitches tripping |
| Cause they’re in tune with something deeper and they know wassup |
| When they talking bout the greatest man they know its us |
| Had to shake a few people always holding up |
| Always holding up the progress now I’m blowing up |
| So if the shit not really lit then I ain’t showing up |
| And don’t be pressing me bout money man I do a lot for ya |
| You was sitting at the door |
| A nigga blew the lock for ya now you know |
| How to do it I showed ya better know |
| If you blow it, I told ya, let em know |
| Let em know, let em know |
| With the shits though |
| Ride up, pop a nigga in a benzo |
| Rattle snake skirt with the cinch coat |
| Looking so proper when you get dough |
| But I can’t lie nigga Im anti pictures, better keep it on the low when we get |
| throwed |
| And they thinking they be on like that |
| Boy the swag ain’t coming with a warning tag |
| You can find me with my dogs |
| Loyal to the bone with the swag unlocked |
| Might think twice with the sack I bought |
| With the tags I pop, I can brag just cause |
| But I don’t…doing lil things these bitches won’t |
| Doing all the things I fucking want |
| Most of us been left the fuck alone |
| Its all about what you do with your time |
| What you do in your prime |
| Got the woo woo with the lime |
| Whiskey and a dime |
| Penny for your thoughts |
| Got the remy on my mind |
| Steady on the climb, hoes steady on decline |
| Seat steady in recline, in the chevy with the guy |
| Machete on the side… and we heavy getting high yea we heavy getting high |