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rather be - cookalicious lyrics

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[chrous * cookalicious]

i’d rather be counting this paper
catch me off stage on my show
i’d rather be doing my d*mn self
then messing with crazy ass hoes

some rather be hatin’ on k!lla’s
i’d rather be making my own
i’d rather be straight up with b*tches
and hope that them b*tches don’t fake or don’t fold

i’d rather be
i’d rather be
i’d rather be
i’d rather be
i’d rather be
i’d rather be
why you mad at me? cuz i’d rather be

i’d rather be chasin’ them digits
i’d rather bе racin’ them rolls
can you stop talkin’ b*tch i’m tryna smash
i’d rather be bangin’ yo holеs

[verse 1 * cookalicious]
lookin’ like a boss then a boy fell off
now i’m bouncin’ back up like bungee jump
look at my sauce my drip to real can’t come on my field don’t f*ck with us
never gave up i was reppin’ my stuff it was me and my b*tch and a couple of blunts
now i’m on stage
always knew i had the ways
now the fans jump around like double dutch

now i got big plans
i know that they hate can’t stand
i do this for them and my fans
who is your mans
we all in the court he in the stands
shawty just want an advance
taking my chance
imma be as big as i can
facetiming hoes all in france
my face was all in my hands
where was you when i ain’t have me no bands

earning my stripes, i gotta command
you got the supply but not in demand

if we ain’t beside we at the top of the land
i gotta go soft like the top of the lamb
i gotta go hard on the thots off my gram’
we stay up, my city, we do not give a d*mn
when i go run back, like shaq on the rams
i cook up the tracks, go fly to the fans
[chrous * cookalicious]

i’d rather be counting this paper
catch me off stage on my show
i’d rather be doing my d*mn self
then messing with crazy ass hoes
some rather be hatin’ on k!lla’s
i’d rather be making my own
i’d rather be straight up with b*tches
and hope that them b*tches don’t fake or don’t fold

i’d rather be
i’d rather be
i’d rather be
i’d rather be
i’d rather be
i’d rather be
why you mad at me? cuz i’d rather be

i’d rather be chasin’ them digits
i’d rather be racin’ them rolls
can you stop talkin’ b*tch i’m tryna smash
i’d rather be bangin’ yo holes

k!lla’s pull up because they know that you sweet
the streets f*ck with me i don’t f*ck with the streets
it’s sad that we k!llin’ so casually murders and battery all for some flattery
all of these places that i gotta see
all of these faces that i gotta meet
i’d rather keep my personality
livin life happily knowing
[chrous * cookalicious]

i’d rather be counting this paper
catch me off stage on my show
i’d rather be doing my d*mn self
then messing with crazy ass hoes

some rather be hatin’ on k!lla’s
i’d rather be making my own
i’d rather be straight up with b*tches
and hope that them b*tches don’t fake or don’t fold

i’d rather be
i’d rather be
i’d rather be
i’d rather be
i’d rather be
i’d rather be
why you mad at me? cuz i’d rather be

i’d rather be chasin’ them digits
i’d rather be racin’ them rolls
can you stop talkin’ b*tch i’m tryna smash
i’d rather be bangin’ yo holes

- cookalicious lyrics

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