Mac Miller, Diggy - Definition Of Cool lyrics
[Mac Miller, Diggy - Definition Of Cool lyrics]
What? Ah, Jerm
Ah, Jerm, you shouldn't have
Done 'em like this, man
Hey, uh
The definition of cool: that's me, yo
Ask your girl about me, bet she know
I'm the future, you a fake, Miss Cleo
All my bitches bad like
Shaq shootin' free throws
The definition of cool: that's me, yo
Ask your girl about me, bet she know
I'm the future, you a fake, Miss Cleo
All my bitches bad like
Shaq shootin' free throws
Hey
Ayo, first name Mac, and my last name Miller
On beats, I'm a monster, iller than Godzilla
Yeah, my skin vanilla
I'm hotter than chinchillas
Hittin' Vegas for the night and cop a villa
Get my lyrics from L
And my soul from J Dilla
Chillin' with the sour 'cause
Some smoke'll kill ya i'm just mean
Tryna cover all these magazines
And bitches tryna give me
Treats like it's Halloween
Lil' old school flavor when it's
Jerm on the drums
Dodge the bullet points like it's
Words from a gun
Spittin' flames so they burnin' my tongue
Bitches wanna fuck
But they heard that I'm young
And they still do, I'ma stick around
Call me mildew
Go and stay in Bel-Air like Uncle Phil do
Get rich, go and buy me a mansion
And get my parents a nice
Crib up in the Hamptons
The definition of cool: that's me, yo
Ask your girl about me, bet she know
I'm the future, you a fake, Miss Cleo
All my bitches bad like
Shaq shootin' free throws
The definition of cool: that's me, yo
Ask your girl about me, bet she know
I'm the future, you a fake, Miss Cleo
All my bitches bad like
Shaq shootin' free throws
Jet Set general, roll like a innertube
Drinking on tiger's blood: that's
What winners do it seems as if you'd like
To hang from my genitals
Whoa, pause, oh gosh
It is I, the D to the I, with the two G's
Like it's Gucci attire
Why? Don't ask why, you so inquisitive
And the shoes I'm wearing are only limited
My bad, was that a bit much? A tad
Didn't mean to rap, that was low class
Pardon my rudeness, that was so crass
And I'm always making moves
'cause I never procrastinate
The number one spot is up for grabs, too late
What was that question you asked?
What's the definition of C-O-O-L?
If you haven't gotten it by now, ah, oh well
The definition of cool: that's me, yo
Ask your girl about me, bet she know
I'm the future, you a fake, Miss Cleo
All my bitches bad like
Shaq shootin' free throws
The definition of cool: that's me, yo
Ask your girl about me, bet she know
I'm the future, you a fake, Miss Cleo
All my bitches bad like
Shaq shootin' free throws
You ain't cooler than me, go get a job, bitch
You ain't cooler than me, go get a job, bitch
You ain't cooler than me, empty pockets
You ain't cooler than You ain't
You ain't cooler than me
Haha, little asshole, got you so mad
Ugh, made 'em say, "Ugh"
Haha, aight, Jerm, you can cut me right here
Brah i'm done talkin' my shit, brah
Haha
Ah, Jerm, you shouldn't have
Done 'em like this, man
Hey, uh
The definition of cool: that's me, yo
Ask your girl about me, bet she know
I'm the future, you a fake, Miss Cleo
All my bitches bad like
Shaq shootin' free throws
The definition of cool: that's me, yo
Ask your girl about me, bet she know
I'm the future, you a fake, Miss Cleo
All my bitches bad like
Shaq shootin' free throws
Hey
Ayo, first name Mac, and my last name Miller
On beats, I'm a monster, iller than Godzilla
Yeah, my skin vanilla
I'm hotter than chinchillas
Hittin' Vegas for the night and cop a villa
Get my lyrics from L
And my soul from J Dilla
Chillin' with the sour 'cause
Some smoke'll kill ya i'm just mean
Tryna cover all these magazines
And bitches tryna give me
Treats like it's Halloween
Lil' old school flavor when it's
Jerm on the drums
Dodge the bullet points like it's
Words from a gun
Spittin' flames so they burnin' my tongue
Bitches wanna fuck
But they heard that I'm young
And they still do, I'ma stick around
Call me mildew
Go and stay in Bel-Air like Uncle Phil do
Get rich, go and buy me a mansion
And get my parents a nice
Crib up in the Hamptons
The definition of cool: that's me, yo
Ask your girl about me, bet she know
I'm the future, you a fake, Miss Cleo
All my bitches bad like
Shaq shootin' free throws
The definition of cool: that's me, yo
Ask your girl about me, bet she know
I'm the future, you a fake, Miss Cleo
All my bitches bad like
Shaq shootin' free throws
Jet Set general, roll like a innertube
Drinking on tiger's blood: that's
What winners do it seems as if you'd like
To hang from my genitals
Whoa, pause, oh gosh
It is I, the D to the I, with the two G's
Like it's Gucci attire
Why? Don't ask why, you so inquisitive
And the shoes I'm wearing are only limited
My bad, was that a bit much? A tad
Didn't mean to rap, that was low class
Pardon my rudeness, that was so crass
And I'm always making moves
'cause I never procrastinate
The number one spot is up for grabs, too late
What was that question you asked?
What's the definition of C-O-O-L?
If you haven't gotten it by now, ah, oh well
The definition of cool: that's me, yo
Ask your girl about me, bet she know
I'm the future, you a fake, Miss Cleo
All my bitches bad like
Shaq shootin' free throws
The definition of cool: that's me, yo
Ask your girl about me, bet she know
I'm the future, you a fake, Miss Cleo
All my bitches bad like
Shaq shootin' free throws
You ain't cooler than me, go get a job, bitch
You ain't cooler than me, go get a job, bitch
You ain't cooler than me, empty pockets
You ain't cooler than You ain't
You ain't cooler than me
Haha, little asshole, got you so mad
Ugh, made 'em say, "Ugh"
Haha, aight, Jerm, you can cut me right here
Brah i'm done talkin' my shit, brah
Haha