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good looking - trl lyrics

[intro]
(good lookin’, gage)

[chorus]
i threw another one, i’m like good lookin’ (i’m like good lookin’, huh?)
i’m close to the edge, don’t try to push me (don’t try no dumb sh*t)
don’t wanna talk it, management’ll book me (no, it ain’t right)
i took bro coupe down, they tryna cook it
feel like melo, wasn’t there for me when i put on that hoodie
my first time in the ‘vette, i did that b*tch, i ain’t no rookie
all that barkin’, don’t get bit by the bully
add me up, b*tch, my shoes and my pants a ‘bow of cookie (a ‘bow of cookie)

[verse 1]
my phone stopped ringin’, this b*tch jumpin’
all these plays on the floor got me rushin’
my jeans need a gym, my pockets chunky
thе way your b*tch blow, she could’ve played thе trumpet, n*gga
put the presi’ on, told them diamonds trump a n*gga
win alone, die alone, i don’t f*ck with n*ggas
get your ass ran down for all that bluffin’, n*gga
could get you dropped, whole time, i’m out the country chillin’
n*ggas that don’t like my clique steady cliquin’ up
i told her she my b*tch ’cause she thick as f*ck
i gave her covid d*ck, left her sick as f*ck
if the rap workin’ out, i’m gon’ be rich as f*ck
’cause i threw an extra one, i’m like good lookin’
’cause
[chorus]
i threw another one, i’m like good lookin’ (i’m like good lookin’, huh?)
i’m close to the edge, don’t try to push me (don’t try no dumb sh*t)
don’t wanna talk it, management’ll book me (no, it ain’t right)
i took bro coupe down, they tryna cook it
feel like melo, wasn’t there for me when i put on that hoodie
my first time in the ‘vette, i did that b*tch, i ain’t no rookie
all that barkin’, don’t get bit by the bully
add me up, b*tch, my shoes and my pants a ‘bow of cookie (a ‘bow of cookie)

[verse 2]
i think this a movie, n*ggas yellin’, “take five”
the streets sh*t happen, you don’t get no break time
they’ll rock your ass to sleep in the daytime
f*ck n*ggas, they ain’t show love when it was daytime
you ain’t got nothin’, don’t worry ’bout how i make mine
treat my nephew like a prince, he feel like tay’shawn
i pulled my phone out, she gave me facetime
that boy faked the time, he sent like eight cons
when it became cool to do that snitchin’ sh*t?
he thinkin’ that we cool, i been done hit his b*tch
he split his wrist, she do what i say, i know she with this sh*ts
if the police hit the block, watch how i hit the fence
they can suck my d*ck, goin’ to jail dead (over with)
can’t get jammed up, too many in the feds
free pops, uburn, free cuz and my n*gga red
when you cop a lot, they bless you with an extra yeah
[chorus]
i threw another one, i’m like good lookin’ (i’m like good lookin’, huh?)
i’m close to the edge, don’t try to push me (don’t try no dumb sh*t)
don’t wanna talk it, management’ll book me (management, n*gga)
i took bro coupe down, they tryna cook it
feel like melo, wasn’t there for me when i put on that hoodie
my first time in the ‘vette, i did that b*tch, i ain’t no rookie
all that barkin’, don’t get bit by the bully
add me up, b*tch, my shoes and my pants a ‘bow of cookie (a ‘bow of cookie)

[outro]
i ain’t wanna talk calls management, n*gga
3137 [?] my ass f*ckin’ with ’em

- trl lyrics

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