Mr Kool

Here come Mr. Kool

[Verse 1]

Yeah nigga I love it (love it)

Ain't a nigga to talk shit I'm a nigga that does it (does it)

Couple more months and this shit'll be covered (yeah)

Take it back to the trap house or the brick in the cupboard (check)

South side so I'm living it southern

White girl get the boxes and cut 'em

When will it stop I ain't stopping for nothing

Index right on top of the button

Shout Bob yeah that nigga's my cousin

Sitting down having us a real nigga discussion (yeah)

Real talk all my niggas that suffered

Who them, man them niggas are suckers

Big boss star on the side of the busses

Chicks going nuts I don't know what the fuss is

You say you want to fuck well then give up the crutches

She's willing to fuck me if I will her to touch it

[Hook]

Yeah I got my kool backs sitting on stacks with girls in Cadillacs

Leaning hard and we're puffing

Keep it on low, 'bout the niggas get amulets?

Yeah Mr Kool's back, stand on my grind

Don't distract just, where is at?

Leaning hard and we're puffing and we're puffing and we're puffing

[Verse 2]

Yeah nigga the poet, man that nigga from UK damn that nigga be flowing

That nigga go hard and doesn't he know it

Take it back to the old days I was getting to slow

Every other day I be getting a show in

Chicks going nuts, caressing and blowing

Pool parties I be dipping my toe in

They calling me poison, I be Bel Biv Devoe-ing

Well fuck that man I'm keeping it going

If I keep niggas guessing I keep them from knowing

The lethalest weapon is speaking my poem

So the police won't rest, they try keep me from blowing

Is it sow what you reap or you reap what you're sowing

Sometimes you walk in and don't know where you're going

[?] bless his people below him

Setting lessons in life that'll teach us to know him

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