King Louie - Too Cool (Remix) lyrics
rate me(Ft. Tity Boi 2 Chainz Red Cafe)
Chorus: (x2)
Every day I MUBU, got Almighty to Bruce
Hot body Shotta, you can, you can call me zulu!
I am who your boo do,
She think I know voodoo
She said I was too through
Louie I am too cool
Chillin' on that G shit, roasting with the forty
Signify I'm heated money GET it
If you ain’t got that beat then
What I smoke be ceilings
Money over bitches, bullets for the snitches.
Faster attitude, who care about a witness?
bandin up for fitness stupid cake no wishes
Every day is Christmas, my niggas is hitters
You can make the hit list
T-shirt with pictures, your bitch is my mistress
She give my dick kisses, see it with the head our nick name is the vicious
DOPE and swishers got bitches by the sistas
I love all my brothers we fuck baby mothers
Due to the fact that they don’t trust us,fuck our baby mothers
Double fuck the busters, 8amen to the hustlers
Fly ENT MADE nobody can touch us
Stacking while I spin it, ballin', no ruckus!
Chorus: (x2)
Every day I MUBU, got mighty..
Hot body Shotta, you can, you can call me zulu!
I am who your boo do,
She think I know voodoo
She said I was too through
Louie I am too cool!
Louis on my new shoes in the booth I Boom boom*
And you know I stay fresh, got Lord …
Everybody you knew know
Be right here ain’t nuvo
Be right here is that codeine
My jean pockets on sumo.
All I need is one life, all I need is one mic
Take your girl up on week. It will be me, her plus and one dyke
I’m doing me, hope you’re doing you
And my coupe on twenty two’s
And my girl only twenty two and my gun hole...
Yeah and you know I’m right now, I do autographs, I ain’t signin' out
I need to have a son around, to say this what the grind about.
This is what my town about
The money, broads, n ‘em fast cars
Yeah, bitch I try to talk
Imma need this sports broad!
Chorus: (x2)
Every day I MUBU, got mighty..
Hot body Shotta, you can, you can call me zulu!
I am who your boo do,
She think I know voodoo
She said I was too through
Louie I am too cool!
Look, money come like horny chicks
Honey come jump up on this dick.
Real nigga I’m on the strip
I’m a New York giant, I’m selling knicks!
Now my shoe game aint that a bitch
She might be your, ain’t that a bitch?
Now you wanna OJ stab a bitch
Cause you find out what the real nigga had to mention
Friday Bulls and Knicks play, I’mma fly out and land at midway
Get in early, mid day
So I get paid, and I get laid.
Fall right in that factory, all these hos attached to me
She wanna sit with Ciroc boys, so guess what’s in her Daquari
I’m bout green I’M Gucci brother
Red, green, that’s Gucci color
I’m living that boss life, cause all my bitches do each other!
Every day I move work Sour Diesel, Kush, Purp
Now I got ‘em OCs, this what I should, I pushed first!
I’ll be off that method man. hoes really wanna know what I’ on
Need a chick, Gain a chick,
Fuck a chick, then I’m gone!
Is that shake down life style
Nigga look good, need a wipe down
Money over bitches, yesterday, tomorrow, right now!
Chorus: (x2)
Every day I MUBU, got mighty..
Hot body Shotta, you can, you can call me zulu!
I am who your boo do,
She think I know voodoo
She said I was too through
Louie I am too cool!
Thanks to Bills Clinton for correcting these lyrics
