Corrección Letra IM COMING OVER THERE par The Cool Kids

Featuring(s) : Guapdad 4000

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Letra

[Intro: Sir Michael Rocks]
Yeah, yeah
Check

[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks]
She linkin' sneaky, oh, she freaky, freaky (Freaky, freaky)
She can back into me like a Mitsubishi (Skrrt), yeah
She made me a burger on the stove
And she said it's gettin' cold
Guess I better let her know, uh
I'm finna start coming over here
I'm finna start coming over (Comin' in yo' house)
I'm finna, I'm finna start coming over here
I'm finna start coming over (Comin' to yo' crib)
I'm finna, I'm finna start coming over here
I'm finna start coming over
I'm finna start coming over herе
I'm finna start coming over (Ooh, yeah)

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
She got good Wi-Fi, hеlla stable
Streaming apps, better cable
A cool-ass neighbor (What's up?)
We be slidin' by with the orange wine
Got incense and candles lit (Ah)
Smellin' good like all the time
Got PS5 and on the guys
Her bedsheets was Calvin Klein
I'm finna start coming over
Her lemonade always colder
Got a basketball court inside her building
I'm finna call my soldiers
Pop for me, girl, bend it over (Pop)
Lean in to the wall and shit (Aha)
She said, "I could give you a key fob
But you gotta give all of the—"

[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks]
Yeah
She linkin' sneaky, oh, she freaky, freaky (Freaky, freaky)
She can back into me like a Mitsubishi (Skrrt), yeah
She made me a burger on the stove
And she said it's gettin' cold
Guess I better let her know, uh
I'm finna start coming over here
I'm finna start coming over (Comin' in yo' house)
I'm finna, I'm finna start coming over here
I'm finna start coming over (Comin' to yo' crib)
I'm finna, I'm finna start coming over here
I'm finna start coming over
I'm finna start coming over here
I'm finna start coming over

[Verse 2: Guapdad 4000]
Ayy, I'm comin' over this weekend, fuck sneak-linkin', I'm not creepin' (Fuck sneak-linkin')
Outside, I got big motion, still got motion, we out freaky (Got big motion)
4 AM, fourteen shots, I'm tired, but I'm not sleepin' (I'm tired)
Me and my bitch fallin' out right now, I'm here, 'cause we not speakin'
Sun in the air, got too much fog, dropped in, who be my beacon?
I'ma hit you with that variant dick, let's fuck 'til you not breathin' (Not breathin')
Ghetto girl, but she in her bag like Cheetos and hot Cheez-Its (Mmm)
She got a man, but I'm homewreckin', when I'm done and shit, I'm leavin'
One doobie, two hairbrushes right next to all my greases (One doobie)
With a sink (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), just dropped them panties with the pink shit
She my demon, we don't need shit
Parking spot is full, came with a pink slip
Finna fuck her on this red table and watch some Jada Pinkett
Damn, I'm finna start coming over here

[Verse 3: Chuck Inglish]
Oh, you finna start comin' over here?
She like, "Chuck, can you let me get a hoodie to wear?"
Like the place, and you feelin' how it's comin' together
Decorate a little bit, but it's nothin' for real
Baby, put that on the stove or the oven, I don't know
I don't fuck with microwaves, I'd even rather eat it cold
She don't gotta bust me up, I got a key ('Cause we fuckin')
Pardon my French, but goddammit
Diagonal slice on that sandwich
You know it's 'bout to get real cozy over here
You know you ballin' when you get a matchin' chandelier
I'm a player, baby, it ain't nothin' music 'bout these chairs
Ayy, it's cool over here, but I'm tryna come over there

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