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Cooler Than A Bitch Lyrics By Gunna Featuring Roddy Ricch

    hey
    hey

    gunna
    cooler than a bitch cool
    let her think twice my shooter in the vip yeah
    tenth gradeboughta franck muelleroff of licks yeah
    percocet feelin’ likei’m cruisin’ on a ship woah
    it’s your birthday put some icin’ on your wrist ice
    i reached every goal had to write another list yeah
    i’m strokin’ on a toe while she bitin’ on her lip stroke
    i fly across the globe and i call another hit fly
    they watchin’ ’cause they know how slimey it can get slime
    i’m ridin’ to the top from the bottom of ditch bottom off the ditch
    your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin’ out of hits runnin’ out of hits
    say the wrong word and i’ma shoot him in his shit yeah
    we some big dogs you a poodle i’m a pit shoot him
    i don’t trust these hoes at all just as far as i can spit far as i can spit
    we fuckin’ up the mall if you like it then you get it like it then you get it
    we stack the money tall if you broke then we’ll fix it tall

    gunna
    i feel like a rocket i’m goin’ outer space outer space
    got pretty vibes with me i make sure all of ’em straight
    i dress a bitch i put her in some prada and bape
    young wunna international in all fifty states woah
    listen i might buss a nigga war ready
    chop a nigga crew with a machete
    smokin’ gasoline ninetythree unleaded
    card never d’d i can spend without a limit yeah
    three rolls watches and they all got baguetties woah
    i got ten bad bitches i keep all of ’em happy yeah
    you ain’t did nothin’ for my bitch bought an allgold patek
    she can suck a good dick get the benz four ‘matic benz
    this a rich nigga come and feel my fabric
    young gunwunna i got hundreds in my pants and my jacket
    chandelier all in the ceilin’ think we fuckin’ in the palace
    when you really gettin’ millions it gon’ up a nigga status up a nigga status

    gunna
    cooler than a bitch cool
    let her think twice my shooter in the vip yeah
    tenth grade bought a franck mueller off of licks yeah
    percocet feelin’ like i’m cruisin’ on a ship woah
    it’s your birthday put some icin’ on your wrist ice
    i reached every goal had to write another list yeah
    i’m strokin’ on a toe while she bitin’ on her lip stroke
    i fly across the globe and i call another hit fly
    they watchin’ ’cause they know how slimey it can get slime
    i’m ridin’ to the top from the bottom of the ditch bottom of the ditch
    your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin’ out of hits runnin’ out of hits
    say the wrong word and i’ma shoot him in his shit yeah
    we some big dogs you a poodle i’m a pit shoot him
    i don’t trust these hoes at all just as far as i can spit far as i can spit
    we fuckin’ up the mall if you like it then you get it like it then you get it
    we stack the money tall if you broke then we’ll fix it tall

    roddy ricch
    pull up to the maybach in the driveway hmm
    traphouse had bitches countin’ hundreds in the room
    how you claimin’ you a street nigga havin’ loose lips
    got a lot of new shit eliantte chain like the bottom of a ship
    got my niggas in the feds gettin’ loads when they get out
    keefa had to bring the bentayga with the kit out
    got five bitches rollin’ off the dope at the penthouse
    she ain’t tryna give me no neck she had to get out
    send my young shooters go wet some shit
    big brother taught me how to sip actavis
    when i pull up mulsanne she get crackin’ on the dick
    lil’ shawty gave me brain i almost crashed the whip
    get her saint laurent what’s your shoe size
    fucked her i done came ’bout two times yeah
    i got top on top the rooftop yeah
    big cullinan suicide yeah

    gunna
    cooler than a bitch cool
    let her think twice my shooter in the vip yeah
    tenth grade bought a franck mueller off of licks yeah
    percocet feelin’ like i’m cruisin’ on a ship woah
    it’s your birthday put some icin’ on your wrist ice
    i reached every goal had to write another list yeah
    i’m strokin’ on a toe while she bitin’ on her lip stroke
    i fly across the globe and i call another hit fly
    they watchin’ ’cause they know how slimey it can get slime
    i’m ridin’ to the top from the bottom of ditch bottom off the ditch
    your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin’ out of hits runnin’ out of hits
    say the wrong word and i’ma shoot him in his shit yeah
    we some big dogs you a poodle i’m a pit shoot him
    i don’t trust these hoes at all just as far as i can spit far as i can spit
    we fuckin’ up the mall if you like it then you get it like it then you get it
    we stack the money tall if you broke then we’ll fix it tall

    ice
    yeah
    slime
    runnin’ out of hits
    yeah

    Artist: Gunna Featuring Roddy Ricch

    Year: 2020

    Decade: 20s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 502