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The Cool Kids

DIADORA DOORS

 

DIADORA DOORS

(album: BABY OIL STAIRCASE / CHILLOUT - 2022)


Uh
I pick the product like a monster
Elegant pasta, got the yellow iguana in the Boxster
We taking chances 'cause we gotta
I'm Banco Poppa, I could've been a doctor
Could've went to NASA, could've skipped grade six
This shit make you want a chain, a brick, and a bracelet
My ring clinking on the glass as I raise it
Clean fingers on the check clinging
Ring, ringing, your girl is a sex demon
Calling me over to extract semen
But I'm jimmy hat bringing, plus I'm pre-screening
Text message the investors as I leave Neiman's
Catch 'em dressing for the weather at the Four Seasons (Hmm)
Yeah, yeah, Da Vinci collar on the leather in the Porsche speeding (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, all my niggas in it together give me more reason

I got shrimp, crab, I got lobster tail
Laughing at the opps from the Hyde Hotel
You was outside like one time, like

You was outside like one time, you wouldn't know
You was outside like one time, you wouldn't know
You was outside like one time, you wouldn't know
You was outside like one time, like

Get up off your ass, boy, go see some grass
We only play your song when we need to laugh
It bring us closer together, it's a brotherhood
When we listen to it and we all say it wasn't good
But that ain't your fault, we show up and show out
We roll up the whole ounce and pull up to the show loud (Yeah)
Boxes of them phones had 'em scoping out my old house
Thought that I ain't notice they was lurking, but they know now
This summer, we switching whips like a season pass (Skrrt, skrrt)
Courtesy of Katie out in Cleveland, she the key to bags
Picking up body language is good, you can see it fast
Look into the mirror on the ceiling, you can see the bath
Splishy, splashy, wrist look glassy
My bitch lips glossy, your fits look ashy
I ain't gon' lie, the first half, niggas had me
Da Vinci collar on the leather, eating crab meat
Nigga

I got shrimp, crab, I got lobster tail
Laughing at the opps from the Hyde Hotel
You was outside like one time, like

You was outside like one time, you wouldn't know
You was outside like one time, you wouldn't know
You was outside like one time, you wouldn't know
You was outside like one time, like

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