Текст песни Cool It Down (feat. Lone Wolf & Kersh) - J-all

My honey the talk of the town
And I know girl get around
And I know girl get around
Sticky, the bud, gotta lay it down
Girly want love, had to kick her out
Tracking her mud prints thru the house
You left your mud prints in the house
I got her best friend on the couch
I know you feeling me
Baby you get shot when I′m 'round
You keep on telling me
You gonna die tryna run the town
You got a bad temper cool it down
I got a bad temper cool it down
I got a bad temper cool it down
I got a bad temper cool it down

Gotta cool down
Gotta heat up the bag
Got a lot in my hand
Got a lot in the back
Facing a blunt
And I smoke with her dad
Yeah he like how I rap
And he think I′m the man
I gotta zoom I gotta blast
Baby all on me girl
Where is your man and I
See that you lovin'
The way that I dance
And I got my own place
In a whole 'nother land
I gotta keep ′em awake
And I′m filling their brains
With a whole bunch of mud
And its rare
I gotta stay in my lane
Cuz I know that these ways
Gonna get me in chains
Where I'm at
I′m on the way to the top
And I know that I'm good
Cuz a n*gga keep dissin′
No cap
He wanna get what I get
But I got what I got
And no n*gga gon match
What I am

My honey the talk of the town
And I know girl get around
And I know girl get around
Sticky, the bud, gotta lay it down
Girly want love, had to kick her out
Tracking her mud prints thru the house
You left your mud prints in the house
I got her best friend on the couch
I know you feeling me
Baby you get shot when I'm ′round
You keep on telling me
You gonna die tryna run the town
You got a bad temper cool it down
I got a bad temper cool it down
I got a bad temper cool it down
I got a bad temper cool it down

Take you out to Jimmy Choo
Yeah yeah
Baby it's just me and you
Yeah yeah
Tell me what you wanna do
Yeah yeah
Promise it's all up to you
Yeah yeah
At the end we′ll make it thru
Yeah yeah
This′ll only make this true
Yeah yeah
Promise it's just me and you
Yeah yeah
And we′re never gonna lose
Yeah yeah

I got my squad
They runnin' it back
I count the bands
They makin′ my racks
I need some time
I'm bustin′ a line
Just gimme a sign
When you want it bad
Found me a bitch
And now I got two
Don't gotta stress when I
Pull up on you
I got a bag
So call me a jew
Makin' this money
The hunnids all blue
Got old hoes
I don′t know
What they talkin′ bout
They hit my line
They never find me
I give the run around
My head pound
I can't sleep
This bitch fuck me now
I pack heat
My dick sweet
She always suck me now