paroles de chanson Screw Cool - Keeng Cut
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Oh
oh
oh
oh
Oops
oops
oops
oops
oops
oops
Uggh
Well
it's
Keeng
Cut
I'm
right
on
time
Bout
to
come
fuck
it
up
with
some
shit
on
my
mind
I
was
thinkin'
something
cool
for
playas
on
they
grind
Or
the
ladies
with
they
window
down
tippin'
that
Pine
Or
Cincinnati
foreign
car
or
a
caddy
Play
it
like
my
esé
patna
in
Chevy
truck
or
Navi-
Gator
fuck
a
hater
cuz
they
got
too
much
time
on
they
hand
I'm
too
cool
in
my
town
you
can
call
me
a
fan
The
way
I
breeze
by
chokin'
on
something
you
not
Tryna
make
it
to
the
spot
without
seeing
a
cop
Break
a
coppa
off
smooth
when
I
get
in
my
groove
Thinkin'
he
gon'
pull
me
over
watch
the
Keeng
get
loose
Like
a
'rari
F430
with
the
F1
tranny
Tryna
put
Glover
in
this
broad
got
her
callin'
me
Dannyyyyyy
Real
brothas
wear
rubbers
yea
that's
a
fact
In
the
lane
gettin'
felatio
seat-back-Screw
Cool
FnF
yae
that's
Favored
n
Flavored
get
you
some
NIGGA
I'M
SCREW
COOL
SCREW
COOL
COOL
COOL
COOL
Gotta
be
in
ya
and
not
on
ya
uggh
Take
a
trip
to
my
town
come
on
slide
with
me
Call
me
Khampa
Trillman
or
Keeng
C-U-T
That's
the
name
that
I
got
waaay
back
in
the
gap
When
boys
used
to
rock
the
Malcom
X
snapback
cap
Before
they
took
Bandfields
or
knocked
down
Osage
Playas
rollin'
trues
and
vogues
wasn't
thinkin'
bout
bladez
Pops
had
the
gold
lac
with
the
peanut
butter
guts
Solid
gold
struts
knockin'
down
sluts
Open-faced
golds
no
princess
cuts
Ain't
no
tellin'
how
much
bread
my
old
man
done
touched
Remember
playas
rockin'
joggin'
suits
with
fanny
packs
on
waistline
Carphone
and
beepers
nah
I
ain't
waste
time
Tryna
be
like
Mike
I
wannabe
like
them
Nice
car,
big
home,
rockin'
Kangol
brim
Pinky
rang,
piece
n
chain,
clothes
fresh
up
out
the
cleaners
Ima
muhfuckin'
Jim
peep
my
playa
ass
demeanor
I'M
SCREW
COOL!
OH,
OH
LORD
OH
LORD
OH
LORD
OH
LORD
OH
LORD
OH
LORD
oh
NIGGA
I'M
SCREW
COOL
SCREW
COOL
COOL
COOL
COOL
Yae
Late
night
I
be
tippin'
behind
the
wheel
grippin'
Smokin'
but
I
as
it
sippin'
this
game'll
have
you
trippin'
I'm
flippin'
bout
to
make
my
last
stop
for
the
night
Keepin'
my
eye
on
devil's
wanna
put
that
stop
on
my
light
The
game
ain't
for
everybody
and
so
is
the
truth
Put
the
real
in
they
face
and
watch
the
game
niggas
poof
I
love
all
my
bros
and
we
stay
on
our
toes
Young
kings
on
the
scene
and
keep
a
clean
nose
We
all
think
the
same
and
we
anti
lame
Every
convo
that
we
have
stay
flooded
with
game
I'm
blessed
and
highly
favored
stay
fresh
and
highly
flavored
My
clothes
is
all
tailored
I
keep
butter
on
my
tators
I
stay
away
from
them
fables
yea
them
storybook
playas
Wanna
wear
my
playa
clothes
them
niggas
is
imitaters
Better
yet
emulaters
but
never
could
simulate
us
Wanna
disintegrate
us
but
in
they
dreams
they
couldn't
fade
us
I'm
SCREW
COOL!
Yae
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