文本歌词

Lord Cooler (Explicit) - Tru Heru/Doja Cat
Lyrics by：Tomaz Heru/Amala Dlamini
Composed by：Tomaz Heru/Amala Dlamini
Don't
Don't ya holla at me now don't ya
Don't ya holla at me now uh
I'll Instrumentals
'Cause you don't get along with my brothers
So don't kick rocks with the others
Ehh
It's almost like we came from the same mother
Low key we did this whole universe like my ************* mother
I will travel galaxies to kill you
Even if you kill me I'll come back around and kill you eh
Guess we'll be going back and forth between the other side
Uh
You say they feel you way it's looking they don't feel you ah
Ooh I'm burning up you need to chill and show the real you
Let the people know the deal no amount of gold teeth
No amount of no sleep nigga **** will never make you trill
I know you tryna do it for the ******* I do it for the ******* too
No lie if in the process you crossing up my brother
Find your body in them ditches too
Send the pictures to your misses too
Ain't no real niggas be missing you
I've been sitting on the moon just tryna come up with some **** to do
Eyy I've been contemplating coming down to earth to hit a lick or two
Ehh
Kind of shocked I'm still living
When I think bout all the **** that I've been living through eyy
My brother my sister
Way I'm living swear to God you gon be living too
I am the supreme master of this universe
I am the great destroyer
Eyy and you don't get along with no women
Ehh
If you living how I'm living then you know wassup
Gotta stop thinking ******* tripping
Ehh eh
Cause they're in tune with something deeper and they know wassup eh
When they talking bout the greatest man they know it's us
Had to shake a few people always holding up eyy
Always holding up the progress now I'm blowing up eh
So if the **** not really lit then I ain't showing up eh
And don't be pressing me 'bout money nigga do a lot for ya
You was sitting at the door
A nigga blew the lock for ya now you know
How to do it I showed ya better know
If you blow it I told ya let 'em know
We don't mind if I take him out right
I need to blow off some cake
Let 'em now
Cause he's in a very bad mood
Let 'em now let 'em now
With the ***** though ride up pop a nigga in a benzo
Rattle snake skirt with the cinch coat
Looking so proper when you get dough
But I can't lie nigga I'm anti-pictures
Better keep it on the low when we get throwed
And they thinkin' they be on like that
Boy the swag ain't coming with a warning tag
You can find me with my dogs
Loyal to the bone with the swag unlocked
You might think twice with the sack I bought with the tags I pop
I can brag just 'cause
But I don't doin' lil' things these ******* won't yeah
Doin' all the things I ******* want yeah
Most of us been left the **** alone yeah
It's all about what you do with your time
What you do in your prime got the Woo Woo with the lime
Whiskey and a dime
Yeah Penny for your thoughts got the Rémy on my mind
Steady on the climb eyy h*es steady on decline
Seat steady in recline in the chevy with the guy
Machete on the side
And we heavy getting high yeah we heavy getting high
We getting high getting high