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paragliding - cole myer lyrics

4th quarter, jump up on the stage to the backboard
p*ssy come to me and i can tell that he try hard
p*ssy walk around, i can tell you just act hard
i be on the court with my gucci and my goyard
jump up on the court, hit a 4th quarter jump shot
feel like lil mop, nba, i can’t be stopped
feel like lil mop, i got b*tches on my d*mn c*ck
i’m shootin’ and i can’t stop, i’m the hottest on the block
b*tches like some birds, the way they get together and they flock

i’m like a bird, way i’m fly as a canary
i’m bout my business walkin’ in and i’m wearin’ sperry’s
and i f*ckin’ take it cause there is no room for sharing
and he beggin’ for a dollar like he callеd a tooth fairy
yeah, i cook him up like it’s fahrenhеit
jumpin’ out the roof and i swear i get some air like mike
i am not in love so i said it is not fair to pipe
when i pop a pill i cannot get up, i am paralyzed
guess i gotta paraglide cause i’m tired of walkin
i’m not rappin’, hop on beats with this sh*t i’m talkin
yeah, my b*tch is dumb as f*ck with them doors she knockin
and i bet that when we break up she’ll be steady stalkin
b*tches knockin’ on my door but i won’t let her in
yeah, i send the chicken through the mail like a letterman
all y’all f*ckin’ broke so i said that i am better than
i feel like x*man but i’m lonely, i’m a veteran
and i always got the answer like i play kahoot
this is not a game, i won’t play if you see him shoot
i ain’t even mean to diss her but i will not call her cute
i feel like travis scott, i’m walkin’ in the highest in the room
me and cole the men in black, we walkin’ with a suit
if she’s a 10, why she talkin’? got that b*tch on mute
why she even talkin’? ain’t got room for that
yeah, i saw his b*tch ass but i know he movin’ back
yeah, i saw his b*tch ass, yeah, i’m movin’ pack
got a 30*round clip loaded in the mac
stole your b*tch on christmas then i gave her back
and i call her rudolph cause she got a rack
i’m a winner, winner, winner, call it chicken dinner
got the ink with the paper like a f*ckin’ printer
she call me faithful but lil mop is a sinner
got these b*tches fightin’ for me like i’m jerry springer
i can pull up on a b*tch, make her wet like fiji
i got lost in my mansion like i am luigi
i got so much money that you wishin’ you could be me
b*tches love me cause they see me on the f*ckin’ tv
i got b*tches on my b*tches cause they f*ckin’ needy
all my b*tches is so wet i think i need a squeegee
yeah, she drippin’ like a faucet, yeah, this sh*t is leaky
lil mop everywhere like i am graffiti

- cole myer lyrics

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