COOLER THAN A BITCH (feat. Roddy Ricch) (Clean)
Gunna, Roddy Rich"COOLER THAN A BITCH (feat. Roddy Ricch) (Clean)" is a song by Gunna, Roddy Rich, released in 2020 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:15 long and contains 87 lines and 896 words.
0:02Hey
0:06Hey
0:16Cooler than a bitch (Cool)
0:17Let her think twice, my shooter in the VIP (Yeah)
0:19Tenth grade, bought a Franck Mueller off of licks (Yeah)
0:21Percocet, feelin' like I'm cruisin' on a ship (Woah)
0:23It's your birthday, put some icin' on your wrist (Ice)
0:25I reached every goal, had to write another list (Yeah)
0:27I'm strokin' on a toe while she bitin' on her lip (Stroke)
0:29I fly across the globe and I call another hit (Fly)
0:31They watchin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get (Slime)
0:33I'm ridin' to the top from the bottom of ditch (Bottom off the ditch)
0:35Your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin' out of hits (Runnin' out of hits)
0:37Say the wrong word, and I'ma shoot him in his shit (Yeah)
0:39We some big dogs, you a poodle, I'm a pit (Shoot him)
0:42I don't trust these hoes at all, just as far as I can spit (Far as I can spit)
0:43We fuckin' up the mall, if you like it, then you get it (Like it, then you get it)
0:45We stack the money tall, if you broke, then we'll fix it (Tall)
0:48I feel like a rocket, I'm goin' outer space (Outer space)
0:50Got pretty vibes with me, I make sure all of 'em straight
0:52I dress a bitch, I put her in some Prada and BAPE
0:54Young Wunna international in all fifty states (Woah)
0:56Listen, I might buss a nigga, war ready
0:58Chop a nigga crew with a machete
1:00Smokin' gasoline, ninety-three, unleaded
1:02Card never D'd, I can spend without a limit (Yeah)
1:04Three Rolls watches and they all got baguetties (Woah)
1:06I got ten bad bitches, I keep all of 'em happy (Yeah)
1:08You ain't did nothin' for my bitch, bought an all-gold Patek
1:10She can suck a good dick, get the Benz four 'matic (Benz)
1:12This a rich nigga, come and feel my fabric
1:14Young GunWunna, I got hundreds in my pants and my jacket
1:16Chandelier all in the ceilin', think we fuckin' in the palace
1:18When you really gettin' millions, it gon' up a nigga status, up a nigga status
1:20Cooler than a bitch (Cool)
1:23Let her think twice, my shooter in the VIP (Yeah)
1:24Tenth grade, bought a Franck Mueller off of licks (Yeah)
1:26Percocet, feelin' like I'm cruisin' on a ship (Woah)
1:29It's your birthday, put some icin' on your wrist (Ice)
1:31I reached every goal, had to write another list (Yeah)
1:33I'm strokin' on a toe while she bitin' on her lip (Stroke)
1:35I fly across the globe and I call another hit (Fly)
1:37They watchin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get (Slime)
1:39I'm ridin' to the top from the bottom of ditch (Bottom off the ditch)
1:41Your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin' out of hits (Runnin' out of hits)
1:43Say the wrong word, and I'ma shoot him in his shit (Yeah)
1:45We some big dogs, you a poodle, I'm a pit (Shoot him)
1:47I don't trust these hoes at all, just as far as I can spit (Far as I can spit)
1:49We fuckin' up the mall, if you like it, then you get it (Like it, then you get it)
1:51We stack the money tall, if you broke, then we'll fix it (Tall)
1:54Pull up to the Maybach in the driveway, hmm
1:55Traphouse, had bitches countin' hundreds in the room
1:57How you claimin' you a street nigga havin' loose lips?
1:59Got a lot of new shit, Eliantte chain like the bottom of a ship
2:02Got my niggas in the feds, gettin' loads when they get out
2:04Keefa had to bring the Bentayga with the kit out
2:06Got five bitches rollin' off the dope at the penthouse
2:08She ain't tryna give me no neck, she had to get out
2:11Send my young shooters, go wet some shit
2:12Big brother taught me how to sip Actavis
2:14When I pull up Mulsanne, she get crackin' on the dick
2:17Lil' shawty gave me brain, I almost crashed the whip
2:19Get her Saint Laurent, what's your shoe size?
2:21Fucked her, I done came 'bout two times, yeah
2:23I got top on top the rooftop, yeah
2:25Big Cullinan, suicide, yeah
2:27Cooler than a bitch (Cool)
2:28Let her think twice, my shooter in the VIP (Yeah)
2:30Tenth grade, bought a Franck Mueller off of licks (Yeah)
2:32Percocet, feelin' like I'm cruisin' on a ship (Woah)
2:34It's your birthday, put some icin' on your wrist (Ice)
2:36I reached every goal, had to write another list (Yeah)
2:38I'm strokin' on a toe while she bitin' on her lip (Stroke)
2:40I fly across the globe and I call another hit (Fly)
2:42They watchin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get (Slime)
2:45I'm ridin' to the top from the bottom of ditch (Bottom off the ditch)
2:46Your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin' out of hits (Runnin' out of hits)
2:48Say the wrong word, and I'ma shoot him in his shit (Yeah)
2:51We some big dogs, you a poodle, I'm a pit (Shoot him)
2:53I don't trust these hoes at all, just as far as I can spit (Far as I can spit)
2:55We fuckin' up the mall, if you like it, then you get it (Like it, then you get it)
2:57We stack the money tall, if you broke, then we'll fix it (Tall)
3:00Ice
3:03Yeah
3:09Slime
3:13Runnin' out of hits
3:15Yeah
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, feelin' like I'm cruisin' on a ship (Woah) It's your birthday, put some icin' on your wrist (Ice) I reached every goal, had to write another list (Yeah) I'm strokin' on a toe while she bitin' on her lip (Stroke) I fly across the globe and I call another hit (Fly) They watchin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get (Slime) I'm ridin' to the top from the bottom of ditch (Bottom off the ditch) Your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin' out of hits (Runnin' out of hits) Say the wrong word, and I'ma shoot him in his shit (Yeah) We some big dogs, you a poodle, I'm a pit (Shoot him) I don't trust these hoes at all, just as far as I can spit (Far as I can spit) We fuckin' 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'll fix it (Tall) I feel like a rocket, I'm goin' 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 nigga, war ready Chop a nigga crew with a machete Smokin' gasoline, ninety-three, unleaded Card never D'd, I can spend without a limit (Yeah) Three Rolls watches and they all got baguetties (Woah) I got ten bad bitches, I keep all of 'em happy (Yeah) You ain't did nothin' for my bitch, bought an all-gold Patek She can suck a good dick, get the Benz four 'matic (Benz) This a rich nigga, come and feel my fabric Young GunWunna, I got hundreds in my pants and my jacket Chandelier all in the ceilin', think we fuckin' in the palace When you really gettin' millions, it gon' up a nigga status, up a nigga 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, feelin' like I'm cruisin' on a ship (Woah) It's your birthday, put some icin' on your wrist (Ice) I reached every goal, had to write another list (Yeah) I'm strokin' on a toe while she bitin' on her lip (Stroke) I fly across the globe and I call another hit (Fly) They watchin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get (Slime) I'm ridin' to the top from the bottom of ditch (Bottom off the ditch) Your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin' out of hits (Runnin' out of hits) Say the wrong word, and I'ma shoot him in his shit (Yeah) We some big dogs, you a poodle, I'm a pit (Shoot him) I don't trust these hoes at all, just as far as I can spit (Far as I can spit) We fuckin' 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'll fix it (Tall) Pull up to the Maybach in the driveway, hmm Traphouse, had bitches countin' hundreds in the room How you claimin' you a street nigga havin' loose lips? Got a lot of new shit, Eliantte chain like the bottom of a ship Got my niggas in the feds, gettin' loads when they get out Keefa had to bring the Bentayga with the kit out Got five bitches rollin' off the dope at the penthouse She ain't 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 get crackin' 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 'bout 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, feelin' like I'm cruisin' on a ship (Woah) It's your birthday, put some icin' on your wrist (Ice) I reached every goal, had to write another list (Yeah) I'm strokin' on a toe while she bitin' on her lip (Stroke) I fly across the globe and I call another hit (Fly) They watchin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get (Slime) I'm ridin' to the top from the bottom of ditch (Bottom off the ditch) Your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin' out of hits (Runnin' out of hits) Say the wrong word, and I'ma shoot him in his shit (Yeah) We some big dogs, you a poodle, I'm a pit (Shoot him) I don't trust these hoes at all, just as far as I can spit (Far as I can spit) We fuckin' 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'll fix it (Tall) Ice Yeah Slime Runnin' out of hits Yeah
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