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COOLER THAN A b*tch
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Roddy Ricch
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Hey Hey Cooler than a b*t*h (Cool) Let her think twice, my shooter in the VIP (Yeah) Tenth grade, bought a Franck 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 sh*t (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 f**kin' 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 b*t*h, I put her in some Prada and BAPE Young Wunna international in all fifty states (Woah) Listen, I might buss a n***a, war ready Chop a n***a 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 baguetties (Woah) I got ten bad b*t*hes, I keep all of 'em happy (Yeah) You ain't did nothin' for my b*t*h, bought an all-gold Patek She can suck a good d**k, get the Benz four 'matic (Benz) This a rich n***a, come and feel my fabric Young GunWunna, I got hundreds in my pants and my jacket Chandelier all in the ceilin', think we f**kin' in the palace When you really gettin' millions, it gon' up a n***a status, up a n***a status Cooler than a b*t*h (Cool) Let her think twice, my shooter in the VIP (Yeah) Tenth grade, bought a Franck 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 sh*t (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 f**kin' 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 b*t*hes countin' hundreds in the room How you claimin' you a street n***a havin' loose lips? Got a lot of new sh*t, Eliantte chain like the bottom of a ship Got my n***as in the feds, gettin' loads when they get out Keefa had to bring the Bentayga with the kit out Got five b*t*hes 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 sh*t Big brother taught me how to sip Actavis When I pull up Mulsanne, she get crackin' on the d**k Lil' shawty gave me brain, I almost crashed the whip Get her Saint Laurent, what's your shoe size? f**ked her, I done came 'bout two times, yeah I got top on top the rooftop, yeah Big Cullinan, suicide, yeah Cooler than a b*t*h (Cool) Let her think twice, my shooter in the VIP (Yeah) Tenth grade, bought a Franck 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 sh*t (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 f**kin' 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
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