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lirik lagu jt the 4th – so cool

[intro]
kong beats
young n-gga jewels

[chorus: jt the 4th]
all these f-ckin’ ice cubes in a young n-gga jewels make me feel so cool (feel so cool)
all these mothaf-ckin’ hoes tryna call a n-gga phone make it hard for me to choose (hard for me to choose)
yeah yeah yeah who (yeah yeah who)
yeah yeah yeah who (yeah yeah who)
yeah yeah yeah who (yeah yeah who)
yeah yeah yeah who (yeah yeah who)
yeah yeah yeah

[verse 1: jt the 4th]
know they talkin’ down on me but it’s alright
got frost bite d-mn my neck in all ice
n-ggas all hype tryna be more like
i told myself, i said jt you couldn’t be more right
yeah that’s crazy, yesterday they didn’t want me but lately
now she say she love me wanna f-ck me have my baby
now they ain’t at home now they out on the road
tryna meet me at my shows oh yeah
i won’t let you play me
mind is on the money so i think about it daily
get dropped quick hoes thinkin’ i’m a l!ck
thinkin’ that she sl!ck, yeah she thought her name was rick
got a bad b-tch let me smash her in the whip
and she so thick make it hard for me to pick
she f-ckin’ wit’ the kid i don’t fall i don’t slip
ice cubes in my jewels i’m as cool as it gets

[verse 2: daboii]
all these b-tches in my phone make it hard for me to choose
gang full of winners d-mn it’s hard for me to lose
every real n-gga know and i just talk about the truth
oh you built for it? come and walk a mile in my shoes
f-ck a four door i’m tryna hop up out the coupe
we slidin’ gang members hoppin’ out the roof
everybody wit’ the sh-t but can’t talk about the proof
five bands in my mouth d-mn i’m hoggin’ all the jewels
no effort have this n-gga b-tch pop my collar
whole gang full of pitts we are not rottweilers
and stop talkin’ like you wit’ it y’all are not ’bout slidin’
and you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no m’s i am not gon’ sign it
i can’t even leave the house without rockin’ wit’ the boot
one up i ain’t even gotta c-ck it when i shoot
walkin’ l!ck only want it in my pocket if it’s blue
talkin’ sh-t you might end up at the bottom of my shoe

[verse 3: lul g]
b-tches on me young n-gga worth a bag now
never runnin’ from a fade won’t back down
opp n-ggas run up catch mac rounds
n-ggas shootin’ in the air put the straps down
late night missin’ trippin’ wit’ them glocks out
first n-gga run up got knocked down
got money comin’ in by the clock now
n-ggas love to meet the kid ’cause i’m hot now
.40, ak pokin’ out the rando
pullin’ in the coupe cookies out the window
baby excuse this glock on my hip tho, ay
thirty shots it ain’t no stock on my hip tho, ay
.40, ak pokin’ out the rando
pullin’ in the coupe cookies out the window
baby excuse this glock on my hip tho, ay
thirty shots it ain’t no stock on my hip tho, ay

- lirik lagu jt the 4th

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