Tru Heru, Doja Cat - Lord Cooler lyrics

Don't! Don't ya holla at me now, don't ya
Don't ya holla at me now, uh
Ill Instrumentals

'Cause you don't get along with my brothers
So don't kick rocks with the others (Ehh)
It's almost like we came from the same mother
Low key, we did, this whole universe like
My motherfuckin' mother
I will travel galaxies to kill you
Even if you kill me, I'll come
Back around and kill you, eh
Guess we'll be going back and
Forth between the other side (Uh)
You say they feel you, way it's
Looking they don't feel you, ah
Ooh, I'm burning up
You need to chill and show
The real you, let the people know the deal
No amount of gold teeth
No amount of no sleep, nigga
Shit will never make you trill
I know you tryna do it for the bitches
I do it for the bitches too
No lie, if in the process you crossing up my
Brother, find your body in them ditches too
Send the pictures to your misses too
Ain't no real niggas be missing you
I've been sitting on the moon just tryna
Come up with some shit to do
Eyy, I've been contemplating coming
Down to earth to hit a lick or two
(Ehh) kind of shocked I'm still living
When I think bout
All the shit that I've been living through
Eyy my brother, my sister
Way I'm living swear to God
You gon be living too

I am the supreme master of this universe
I am the great destroyer

Eyy, and you don't get along with no women
(Ehh) if you living how I'm living
Then you know wassup
Gotta stop thinking bitches tripping
(Ehh) , eh
Cause they're in tune with something
Deeper and they know wassup, eh
When they talking bout the greatest
Man they know it's us
Had to shake a few people always holding up
Eyy always holding up the progress
Now I'm blowing up, eh
So if the shit not really lit
Then I ain't showing up, eh
And don't be pressing me 'bout money, nigga
Do a lot for ya
You was sitting at the door, a
Nigga blew the lock for ya, now you know
How to do it I showed ya better know
If you blow it, I told ya, let 'em know

We don't mind if I take him out
Right? I need to blow off some cake
(Let 'em now) cause he's in a very bad mood!
(Let 'em now, let 'em now)

With the shit's though, ride up
Pop a nigga in a benzo
Rattle snake skirt with the cinch coat
Looking so proper when you get dough
But I can't lie, nigga, I'm anti-pictures
Better keep it on the low when we get throwed
And they thinkin' they be on like that, boy
The swag ain't coming with a warning tag
You can find me with my dogs
Loyal to the bone with the swag unlocked
You might think twice with the sack I
Bought, with the tags I pop
I can brag just 'cause
But I don't, doin' lil'
Things these bitches won't, yeah
Doin' all the things I fucking want, yeah
Most of us been left the fuck alone
Yeah
It's all about what you do with your time
What you do in your prime
Got the Woo Woo with the lime
Whiskey and a dime
Yeah, Penny for your thoughts
Got the Rémy on my mind
Steady on the climb, eyy
Hoes steady on decline
Seat steady in recline
In the chevy with the guy
Machete on the side
And we heavy getting high, yeah
We heavy getting high
We getting high, getting high