Gunna - COOLER THAN A BITCH (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Gunna - COOLER THAN A BITCH (en) Lyrics
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Cooler than a bitch (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 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 baguetties (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
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
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