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cool aid - bossnicx lyrics

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[intro]

yah yeah x
wrote this a long time ago
yeah

[verse]

too many b-tches x2
they hoe figures
i’m talking bout all the snitches that call themselves n-ggas
i’m talking bout all the d’s that quick at catching feelings
the typa n-ggas who hit the p-ssy but with condition

she want a diamond some fancy clothes she wanna date
she hit the phone up its been three months she said she late
i want a mustang i want a million
wanna find a place
where i can run from all these hoes call it the great escape

my n-ggas working we on that grind we ain’t seen college
we rebels in a world fulla greed we f-cking pirates
i wreck a brand new mercedes up just to prove i got it
i buy my mama a brand new house just to prove i got it

they lost their souls to that triangle n-gga no bermuda
wake up and pray to a different king no fan of buddha
aiming at mof-cking planets n-gga no star shooter
rhymes healthy like citrus tell nasty i bring the juice up

i’m straight up kasi i rob your girl with a good phone
i make the bed up in traffic i call the streets home
my n-gga come to the crib he need a fix we argue for a couple hours
he saw the panties his girl own

i spit that fire x2
shoutout to dragon
grew up in ghettos and slums aiming at f-cking mansions
my n-gga come to the crib i swear you’ll wish
that your girl ain’t hear this sh-t
and start acting like a dumb b-tch

[distorted vocals]

start acting like a dumb b-tch
yeah x4
yah f-ck it up x woah what yeah check it

[outro]

i’m just flexing in my own lane
b-tches say they love me ya’ll insane
busy getting head while recording
not talking membrane
always in the cave with the bats
yall call me bruce wayne

- bossnicx lyrics

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