2 Chainz, Red Cafe, King Louie - Too Cool (Remix) lyrics
Tauheed Epps
[2 Chainz, Red Cafe, King Louie - Too Cool Remix lyrics]
Every day I MUBU, God mighty to Bruce
Hard body Shotta, you can call me Zoo Lou
I am who your boo do she think I know voodoo
She said y'all was too through
Louie I am too cool
Drilling on that G shit
Roast em' with the forty
Signify I mean it money G-E T it
If you ain't bout that beat it
What I smoke be seedless
Mooley over bitches, bullets for the snitches
Faster attitude, who care about a witness?
Banding up for fitness stupid cake no wishes
Every day is Christmas, my niggas is hitters
You can make the hit list
T-shirt with pictures
Your bitch is my mistress
She give my dick kisses
Syd with the head I nick named her vicious
D-O-P-E in swishers
Got bitches by the sisters
I love all my brothers we fuck baby mothers
But due to the fact that
They don't trust us
It's fuck our baby mothers
Double fuck the busters, amen to the hustlers
Fly E-N T M-A-D-E nobody can touch us
Stacking while I spend it, balling
No ruckus!
Louis on my new shoes in the booth I Boofoo
And you know I stay
Fresh, that Lauren London, that New New
Everybody you knew know
This right here ain't no Nuvo
This right here is that codeine
My jean pockets on sumo
All I need is one life, all I need is one mic
Take your girl up on week it will be me
Her and plus one dyke
I'm doing me, hope you're doing you
And my coupe on twenty two's
And my girl only twenty two and my gun hold
Yeah and you know I'm right
Now, I do autographs, i ain't signing out
I need to have a sign around
To say this what the grind about
This is what my town about
The money, drugs, and them fast cars
Yeah, bitch I dropped the top
I'm a need a sports bra
Look, money come like horny chicks
Honey come jump up on this dick
Real nigga I'm on the strip
I'm a New York giant, I'm selling nicks
Now my that a bitch
She might be your, ain't that a bitch?
Now you wanna OJ stab a bitch
Cause you find out what the
Real nigga had to mention
Friday Bulls and Knicks play
I'm a fly out and land at midway
Get in early, mid day
So I get paid, and I get laid
Fall right in that Factory
All these ho's attached to me
She wanna sit with Ciroc boys
So guess what's in her Daiquiri
I'm bout green I'm Gucci brother
Red, green, that's Gucci color
I'm living that boss life
Cause all my bitches do each other
Every day I move work Sour Diesel, Kush, Purp
Now I got them OZs, this what I should
I pushed first!
I'll be off that method man hoes
Really wanna know what I'm on
Need a chick, Gain a chick
Fuck a chick, then I'm gone!
Is that shake down life style
Nigga look good, need a wipe down
Money over bitches, yesterday, tomorrow
Right now
Hard body Shotta, you can call me Zoo Lou
I am who your boo do she think I know voodoo
She said y'all was too through
Louie I am too cool
Drilling on that G shit
Roast em' with the forty
Signify I mean it money G-E T it
If you ain't bout that beat it
What I smoke be seedless
Mooley over bitches, bullets for the snitches
Faster attitude, who care about a witness?
Banding up for fitness stupid cake no wishes
Every day is Christmas, my niggas is hitters
You can make the hit list
T-shirt with pictures
Your bitch is my mistress
She give my dick kisses
Syd with the head I nick named her vicious
D-O-P-E in swishers
Got bitches by the sisters
I love all my brothers we fuck baby mothers
But due to the fact that
They don't trust us
It's fuck our baby mothers
Double fuck the busters, amen to the hustlers
Fly E-N T M-A-D-E nobody can touch us
Stacking while I spend it, balling
No ruckus!
Louis on my new shoes in the booth I Boofoo
And you know I stay
Fresh, that Lauren London, that New New
Everybody you knew know
This right here ain't no Nuvo
This right here is that codeine
My jean pockets on sumo
All I need is one life, all I need is one mic
Take your girl up on week it will be me
Her and plus one dyke
I'm doing me, hope you're doing you
And my coupe on twenty two's
And my girl only twenty two and my gun hold
Yeah and you know I'm right
Now, I do autographs, i ain't signing out
I need to have a sign around
To say this what the grind about
This is what my town about
The money, drugs, and them fast cars
Yeah, bitch I dropped the top
I'm a need a sports bra
Look, money come like horny chicks
Honey come jump up on this dick
Real nigga I'm on the strip
I'm a New York giant, I'm selling nicks
Now my that a bitch
She might be your, ain't that a bitch?
Now you wanna OJ stab a bitch
Cause you find out what the
Real nigga had to mention
Friday Bulls and Knicks play
I'm a fly out and land at midway
Get in early, mid day
So I get paid, and I get laid
Fall right in that Factory
All these ho's attached to me
She wanna sit with Ciroc boys
So guess what's in her Daiquiri
I'm bout green I'm Gucci brother
Red, green, that's Gucci color
I'm living that boss life
Cause all my bitches do each other
Every day I move work Sour Diesel, Kush, Purp
Now I got them OZs, this what I should
I pushed first!
I'll be off that method man hoes
Really wanna know what I'm on
Need a chick, Gain a chick
Fuck a chick, then I'm gone!
Is that shake down life style
Nigga look good, need a wipe down
Money over bitches, yesterday, tomorrow
Right now