smoking dope / coolin - young pappy lyrics
[chorus]
we just coolin’, smoking dope
ridin’ ’round with my n-ggas (they’re my n-ggas)
[?]
i don’t mind n0body else business (get the f-ck out of my business), no more
cause’ they gon’ be a n-gga, and they all gon’ be a hoe
so i just do me, i flex, finesse, all that sh-t
my ex’s getting texts, i dont call that b-tch
put money in the bra’s of all my hoe’s
designer logo be on all my clothes
she know a real n-gga when she see one
tell me her man wanna be one, going with the reruns
i don’t want to hear it, i’m cool
i just want to cool it with the crew
[verse: 1]
okay cool, check, n-gga i got hoes on deck
tell a bad b-tch that’s tryna give me neck: “she ride for a n-gga like he ride for his set”
but enough about that
shorty all on me ’cause he can see i’m getting money, but i [?] put my homie before me
he saying get money, don’t leave it to your [?]
n-ggas been cappin’, talking to me like they know me
but i don’t know nothing about you, what your name is
i don’t give a f-ck about you or who you hang with
it’s real in the field so the steel is stainless
the red dot, one shot, k!lled and it’s painless
i be minding my own, i don’t need no n-gga i’m a man of my own
she [?] i can [?] because i don’t give out my number
but i don’t need a b-tch tryna play on my phone
if you ain’t tryna f-ck, then what the f-ck
want me to be your man shorty, friends is enough
and i understand why they’re saying he a bluff, that n-gga really scared, he’s just saying he’ll be tough
but i’m just tryna to cool, i’m with the crew
i smoke a lot of weed, i buy a lot of shoes
and you could become a problem just like a lot of dudes
so if you’re ain’t tryna to cool n-gga, what’re you tryin’ to do
n-gga i’m just tryna cool, i’m with the crew
i smoke a lot of weed, i buy a lot of shoes
you could become a problem just like a lot of dudes
so if you’re ain’t tryna to cool n-gga, what’re you tryin’ to do n-gga
i said: “if you’re ain’t tryna to cool n-gga, what’re you tryin’ to do
n-gga?”
[chorus]
we just coolin’, smoking dope
riding around with my n-ggas
[?] i don’t mind n0body else business (get the f-ck out of my business), no more
cause’ they gon’ be a n-gga, and they all gon’ be a hoe
so i just do me, i flex, finesse, all that sh-t
my ex’s getting texts, i don’t call that b-tch
put money in the bra’s of all my hoe’s
designer logo be on all my clothes
she know a real n-gga when she see one
tell me her man wanna be one, going with the reruns
i don’t want to hear it, i’m cool
i just want to cool it with the crew
[verse: 2]
all my hoe’s (all my hoe’s)
they be doin’ d-cks
all my bro’s (all my bro’s bro’s)
they don’t be on sh-t
we be coolin’ (we be coolin’ man)
posted up with the ratchets
we ain’t start sh-t (we ain’t start sh-t)
but we definitely ducking no action
smoking on a pack, roll up face that
i don’t flauge’
do a b-tch, n-ggas know that i stay [?]
see a n-gga tryna’ make it, everybody hate that
only f-ck with real n-ggas, everybody hate that
i be riding around smoking on gas, lil n-gga
no new friends, i ain’t got a p-ss [?]
you see i don’t f-ck around, see you mad
[?] why you hating, you should go and check a bag
lil n-gga get some money n-gga why you keep hatin’
want me to fall off, [?]
n-gga face to face like we facetime’d daily
you’re gon’ make it you just got to be patient
[?]
got a n-gga’s lil b-tch like stop, slow down
i might just, but i might not
i need me a real b-tch, shorty i don’t like thots
i ride with you, just let me [?] stop
i just tryna’ smoke weed, buy some clothes and some shoes
bad b-tch on my side, i’m always keepin’ a tool
you could become a problem just like a lot of dudes
so if you’re ain’t tryna to cool n-gga, what’re you tryin’ to do n-gga
i said: “if you’re ain’t tryna to cool n-gga, what’re you tryin’ to do
n-gga?”
[chorus]
we just coolin, smoking dope
riding around with my n-ggas (they’re my n-ggas)
?
i don’t mind n0body else business (get the f-ck out of my business), no more
cause’ they gon’ be a n-gga, and they all gon’ be a hoe
so i just do me, i flex, finesse, all that sh-t
my ex’s getting texts, i dont call that b-tch
put money in the bra’s of all my hoe’s
designer logo be on all my clothes
she know a real n-gga when she see one
tell me her man wanna be one, going with the reruns (?)
i don’t want to hear it, i’m cool
i just want to cool it with the crew
this for my bro 2 cups man
i know he would’ve loved this sh-t
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