Bruh

Bruh - Coonery lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

Ride around with my niggas

And getting kicks from just bumping

Hoping to find some bitches

Just down for sucking and fucking

We can just go and chill

With some friends and get some loving

Doobey on the genius

My mind be on the honeys

St. Louis is where we from

And the guys are into fucking

Bitches was always funny

And I was into trumping

Niggas was carry bangers

And Pharaoh was on the drums

Sam git the paper and rolling it

In the coffin

I don't even smoke

I'm gonna need the coolest three

If I was a fifth, you'd drink me

I'm a damn fool

The baby in your baby momma's belly got my sperm shampoo

I never miss a chance to tether twist a stance

Fake independents take advantage of a zephyr kiss

If I was a myth, you'd think me

If I was a lift, you'd sink me

Who think Illuminati but drink limonada

Persona non grata

(Hook)

Coonery

Coonery

Always getting caught up in some

Coonery

Coonery

Everytime I came at you

I spit up in the eulogy

Getting caught up in some mah'fucking

Coonery

(Verse)

Round, round, my niggas,

And getting chances, we're bumping

We got them bitches,

I'm calling it

Down for some sucking and fucking

I don't know nobody up here I don't fuck with nobody up here and

I ain't been fucking with nobody up here

Little hood rat bitch from twenty fifth named Tenika

Coming through, like I do, you know getting my bark on

Girlfriend, remember me, from way back, I'm the same cat

With the wave cap the motherfucker that TNT used to blaze at

You found us with our pants up, stretches need to same me

Caught up in some coonery, we blessed to see the Maker

Talking to shorty made me wanna do something nice

Looking at that ass made me wanna do something tonight

And I know right when I see right, shorty lookin' like she tight

She bite, better give a nigga the green light, we might

Some like gods, haters hate the name of atheist

They hazing us, pray they make the ladies pray for what?

(Hook)

(Verse)

Me and my niggas riding and yeah, we don't get not bumping

Catch us moving through traffic, the bass be thumping and jumping

Got our fingers to the public, to see us, they have to thump it

Hanging about the windows, my niggas making instructions

Who the fuck think is hard as we?

Got 'em shook, thinking all is we

Got 'em shaking like a horror scene

No time zone, we the hard to be seen

Sooner we drop this coonery

These hoes gon' be pursuing me

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