Cookin Soul - Bada$$ Savior lyrics
[Cookin Soul - Bada$$ Savior lyrics]
Uh, I gotta get the Skrilla
I got dreams stacked in plenty figures
Sippin' fine white wine chilling in my villa
Smoking on Killa
Thinking ‘bout the bigger picture
Underneath the six figure chandelier fixture
Mister, everyday just getting mo’ richer
Act up, I send the real goons
Come and get ya bodies get dropped
We ain’t playing games of Twister
Puttin' back shots in your
Mother and your sister i’m sick and vicious
Treating radical buttons like
They’re kill switches
I bang on mics ridiculous
Won't stop until thе kid is ubiquitous
Niggas know I am the best
They just strugglе admitting it
Big dick energy, I’m emitting it
If she got a fat ass, backstage pass
You know that I’m hittin' it
I ain’t gotta flash cash
But you know that I’m gettin' it
These raps ain’t visions bitch
I’m already livin' it, yeah
Ay, ay, ay, uh i got the heart of the city
So they ride along with me
Always keep a spliff lit
Never fuck with that Whitney
Got a bad bitch beside me
So I nickname her Kidney
But I never hit it raw ‘cause
Man don’t want no pickey
Every season I’m on tour nigga
Check the brochure
Got your bitch on all fours
Greet me like ‘Bonjour’
On the south of France shore
But I still hunger more
Why you one hit chasing?
Should've got some insurance
Better yet some endurance, like BLO
Like a tour
Step on my toes, we ain’t sparring
Grip the weapons like Spartans
Niggas be reckless, shoot you
Go to church next mornin' fuck a detective
My alibi was ‘I was recordin’
Send a invoice to the stu
So my defensive is stronger
All my niggas messed up like
Tryna deflect a boulder
Pull up on you with the force
And tease these niggas like Yoda
She gon' ride into the court
So I'ma never disown her
'Bout to tap into the source I
Put the world on my shoulders, nigga
I got dreams stacked in plenty figures
Sippin' fine white wine chilling in my villa
Smoking on Killa
Thinking ‘bout the bigger picture
Underneath the six figure chandelier fixture
Mister, everyday just getting mo’ richer
Act up, I send the real goons
Come and get ya bodies get dropped
We ain’t playing games of Twister
Puttin' back shots in your
Mother and your sister i’m sick and vicious
Treating radical buttons like
They’re kill switches
I bang on mics ridiculous
Won't stop until thе kid is ubiquitous
Niggas know I am the best
They just strugglе admitting it
Big dick energy, I’m emitting it
If she got a fat ass, backstage pass
You know that I’m hittin' it
I ain’t gotta flash cash
But you know that I’m gettin' it
These raps ain’t visions bitch
I’m already livin' it, yeah
Ay, ay, ay, uh i got the heart of the city
So they ride along with me
Always keep a spliff lit
Never fuck with that Whitney
Got a bad bitch beside me
So I nickname her Kidney
But I never hit it raw ‘cause
Man don’t want no pickey
Every season I’m on tour nigga
Check the brochure
Got your bitch on all fours
Greet me like ‘Bonjour’
On the south of France shore
But I still hunger more
Why you one hit chasing?
Should've got some insurance
Better yet some endurance, like BLO
Like a tour
Step on my toes, we ain’t sparring
Grip the weapons like Spartans
Niggas be reckless, shoot you
Go to church next mornin' fuck a detective
My alibi was ‘I was recordin’
Send a invoice to the stu
So my defensive is stronger
All my niggas messed up like
Tryna deflect a boulder
Pull up on you with the force
And tease these niggas like Yoda
She gon' ride into the court
So I'ma never disown her
'Bout to tap into the source I
Put the world on my shoulders, nigga