Gunna - COOLER THAN A BITCH Lyrics | BollywoodTracksLyrics

Presenting the latest song lyrics of 'Cooler Than A Bitch' performed by Gunna ft. Roddy Rich, from the album 'Wunna'. The song is produced by Dunk Rock & TrePounds and the lyrics are given by Roddy Ricch, Gunna, TrePounds & Dunk Rock. The Song Was Release at 'Gunna' Official Youtube Channel on May 22nd, 2020.

Song Details:

Song: Cooler Than A Bitch
Artist: Gunna
Featuring: Roddy Ricch
Producer: Dunk Rock & TrePounds
Album: Wunna
Writer: Roddy Ricch, Gunna, TrePounds & Dunk Rock
Release Date: May 22nd, 2020.


Cooler Than A Bitch Lyrics:

Hey
Hey

Cooler than a bitch-Cool
Let her think twice, my shooter in the VIP-Yeah
Tenth grade, bought a Franck Mueller off of licks-Yeah
Percocet, feeling like I am cruising on a ship-Woah
It's your birthday, put some icing on your wrist-Ice
I reached every goal, had to write another list-Yeah
I am stroking on a toe while she biting on her lip-Stroke
I fly across the globe and I call another hit-Fly
They watching cause they know how slimy it can get-Slime
I am riding to the top from the bottom of ditch-Bottom off the ditch

Your favorite rapper burnt and he running out of hits-Running out of hits
Say the wrong word, and I ama shoot him in his shit-Yeah
We some big dogs, you a poodle, I am a pit-Shoot him
I do not trust these hoes at all, just as far as I can spit-Far as I can spit
We fucked up the mall, if you like it, then you get it-Like it, then you get it
We stack the money tall, if you broke, then we will fix it-Tall

I feel like a rocket, I am going outer space-Outer space
Got pretty vibes with me, I make sure all of em straight
I dress a bitch, I put her in some Prada and BAPE
Young Wunna international in all fifty states-Woah
Listen, I might buss a n***a, war-ready
Chop a n***a crew with a machete
Smoking gasoline, ninety-three, unleaded
The card never D'd, I can spend without a limit-Yeah
Three Rolls watches and they all got baguettes-Woah
I got ten bad bitches, I keep all of em happy-Yeah
You aingt did nothing for my bitch, bought an all-gold Patek
She can suck a good dick, get the Benz four Matic-Benz
This a rich n***a, come and feel my fabric
Young GunWunna, I got hundreds in my pants and my jacket

Chandelier all in the ceiling, think we fucking in the palace
When you really getting millions, it gon' up a n***a status, up a n***a status

Cooler than a bitch-Cool
Let her think twice, my shooter in the VIP-Yeah
Tenth grade, bought a Franck Mueller off of licks-Yeah
Percocet, feeling like I am cruising on a ship-Woah
It's your birthday, put some icing on your wrist-Ice
I reached every goal, had to write another list-Yeah
I am stroking on a toe while she biting on her lip-Stroke
I fly across the globe and I call another hit-Fly
They watching 'cause they know how slimy it can get-Slime
I am riding to the top from the bottom of ditch-Bottom off the ditch
Your favorite rapper burnt and he running out of hits-Running out of hits
Say the wrong word, and I ama shoot him in his shit-Yeah
We some big dogs, you a poodle, I am a pit-Shoot him
I do not trust these hoes at all, just as far as I can spit-Far as I can spit
We fucked up the mall, if you like it, then you get it-Like it, then you get it
We stack the money tall, if you broke, then we will fix it-Tall

Pull up to the Maybach in the driveway, hmm
Traphouse, had bitches counting hundreds in the room
How you claiming you a street n***a having loose lips?
Got a lot of new shit, Eliantte chain like the bottom of a ship
Got my n****s in the feds, getting loads when they get out
Keefe had to bring the Bentayga with the kit out

Got five bitches rolling off the dope at the penthouse
She aingt tryna give me no neck, she had to get out
Send my young shooters, go wet some shit
Big brother taught me how to sip Actavis
When I pull up Mulsanne, she gets cracking on the dick
Lil' shawty gave me brain, I almost crashed the whip
Get her Saint Laurent, what's your shoe size?
Fucked her, I done came about two times, yeah
I got top on top the rooftop, yeah
Big Cullinan, suicide, yeah

Cooler than a bitch-Cool
Let her think twice, my shooter in the VIP-Yeah
Tenth grade, bought a Franck Mueller off of licks-Yeah
Percocet, feeling like I am cruising on a ship-Woah
It's your birthday, put some icing on your wrist-Ice
I reached every goal, had to write another list-Yeah
I am stroking on a toe while she biting on her lip-Stroke
I fly across the globe and I call another hit-Fly
They watching cause they know how slimy it can get-Slime
I am riding to the top from the bottom of ditch-Bottom off the ditch

Your favorite rapper burnt and he running out of hits-Running out of hits
Say the wrong word, and I ama shoot him in his shit-Yeah
We some big dogs, you a poodle, I am a pit-Shoot him
I do not trust these hoes at all, just as far as I can spit-Far as I can spit
We fucked up the mall, if you like it, then you get it-Like it, then you get it
We stack the money tall, if you broke, then we will fix it-Tall

Ice
Yeah
Slime
Running out of hits
Yeah


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