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black mags pt. ii - the cool kids lyrics

[verse 1: chuck inglish]
pull a cat walk up the block in them new grand hills
it’s ’96 and my momma won’t let me live
i put them rims on schwinn like it’s rims on a benz
red mags with the white sl!ck bmw tread
you see how did it, now everyone with it
your top five full of lies without me and mike in it (for real)
it’s cool i ain’t trippin you n*ggas know on the low
speakin code even zeroes known i been the 1, n*gga
pedals down the foothills wheelies on the front, my dog
okay i’m trying to do a milli in a month
me and tony as the cr*ps table breaking down the nug
and it’s bit coin codes getting scanned in the club

[verse 2: sir michael]
i had the old box spot (yeah), range rove it was black
ask me how i got it, “you know a lil’ this and that.”
sh*t start to sound like a trap, i had to disconnect
gave chuck a call and a text, but he ain’t hit me back
n*ggas so ungrateful, receipts is getting brought up
gave ’em years full of game, and they still ain’t caught

[bridge: sir michael]
from the gear to the chains, to the gears to the frame
from the tears and the pain, came the things we thought of
[chorus]
from the handle bar grip to the dollars on my bike seat
my mags (my mags)
from the handle bar grip to the dollars on my bike seat
my mags (my mags)
(black) x16

[verse 3: chuck inglish]
the black mags on the dyno, juan stole it from this white boy
big bag full of hydro, he was fronting a zips
sending bowls from colorado, you know that’s the motto
if they sending we don’t know you, then he cuffing yo sh*t
screw the pegs on the front, cuz roll with the strap
found a hammer and a nail, they was building a trap
pedal down the foothills surfing past a white girl
my n*gga went to jail (yeah) and he left me his bike

[verse 4: sir michael]
i hit the block like stop lights, watch for them cop lights
dyno rubber wheels put a n*gga in the high lights
now i roll ivory bone dice color off white
but my bank accounts in the black baka not nice (woah)
i whippin’ hot spice in the kitchen
only lil’ n*ggas riding bikes on division (yah)
the skinny jean jokes really put me in position
now we wave our flag, we outlast the competition
[chorus]
from the handle bar grip to the dollars on my bike seat
my mags (my mags)
from the handle bar grip to the dollars on my bike seat
my mags (my mags)
(black) x14

(black) x16

- the cool kids lyrics

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