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super smash bros - the cool kids lyrics

[verse 1: sir michael rocks]
[?] deep in debt
my rap page make n*ggas throw they [?]
thirty clip longer than jaden smith’s christmas list
and these n*ggas so dumb they think this the diss
rap at the top now in music and fashion
soon as we hit the [?] now y’all start tweaking
y’all out here faking p*ssy and beating girls up
i thought you n*ggas was p*ssed, don’t make me get the receipt
i’m good with all them girls that you tried to f*ck
and i could run ’em down a list

who’s real? who’s fake and who’s crooks?
wait, i need a break, i’m confused
i watched your last video, i hate how you move
you so weird, always getting in a fight, getting locked up
you probably paid fifty for a gram from a rasta
it was funny for a second now y’all take yourselves serious
same ass mixtapes with all these f*cking features in them
with them weak ass beats a n*gga made from a preset
don’t pay nothin’ to your friends [?] selling weed packs
yelling swag galore ig designers
now you think you riccardo tisci you gotta teach me (wow)
i gotta learn that trick (wow)
usher let it burn lil’ b*tch
this the smile scar had when he smoked mufassa
[?]
[?]
and you old ass rappers with them old ass hits, b*tch
[interlude: ebro]
yeah fam
the cool kids is back
the cool kids is back, we’re focused
you almost got us with the crack and the gangs
you almost got us
the cool kids is here
y’all threw everything at us
and we ain’t fold up yet, we still here
and y’all wanna k*mbaya, we’ll k*mbaya in a minute
hang on, we got things we gotta fix
we’ll get the drums going so y’all can dance again, don’t worry

[sir michael rocks]
you n*ggas so sweat, got singing n*ggas they can rip
you r&b n*ggas better sing about a b*tch
leave that real rap sh*t to the pros
f*ck all them girls up and leave you n*ggas exposed
you pillow [?]
let your record label blew in your b*tt to get a mantle
what else you n*ggas do for the clout? i can’t imagine
i rap better, look better, dress better, flex better, trendsetter
and all of the ogs respect me

[verse 2: chuck inglish]
while y’all bullsh*ting on the grill
i don’t f*ck around donny, this too real
i knew the deal when i stepped in
back when i had the color
on a corner [?]
any number other than my price, i can’t accept it
unless you finna add another zero to the digits
on the track running laps in my necklace
i’m throwing bows like a slab down in texas
i’m really throwing bows with my hands if you offended
and if you heard me say i beat your ass you know i meant it
so you better watch your mouth
listen, i’m not finna sent no beats out
my time cost a brick, don’t take me off
you n*ggas rapping out of pocket and that sh*t sound lost
now you singing on it and that sh*t sound worse
you n*ggas suck

- the cool kids lyrics

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