MR. COOLA Lyrics

You know
I’m cool when it’s just me all by myself
I’m cool when I’m in front of thirty thousand people
I’m cool when I’m with with my chick
I’m even cooler when I’m with your chick
Cudi

Catching him coasting
And I’m roasting
Pussy n*** lurking on the low, please don’t approach him
I’m giving mix tone when wilding wearing all black, I’m sipping potion
You think I fucking lost it, Man I really hate the notion
Pussy
Keep it light, Mr. Coola do it right
Now come on, n** cannot see me me me me
What them fuckers thinking?
Into the night I’m geeky
N*** keep taking my lighters, man
Right back out on the streets with the freaks
And the drinks and pills and the thrills, damn

It’s the essence
Coolin’ when I’m out
Got to mixing, I’m mixing, sick with it, diamonds in my mouth
Uh huhhhhhh
Yeah, yeah
Uh huhhh

Bounce, bitch, let you grant my wish
Fuck it, man, I’m rich
Don’t forget, Dalih on my momma
Watch me flex my shit
Huh, fucker, huh, fucker
Mr. Coola out the fridge
Baby, be my ace, dry my tank

Man, I bought this bitch, hustle every week
Do so much I’m like a freak, You wonder how I sleep-sleep
While I’m walking to my drippy beat, mosh pit over seats
Told that girl don’t focus on my dough, but love her company
Tequila in me
Who gon’ double with your n**? All that liquor on me, man
Baby girl say run it back
I’m drinking and smoking, n**, I’m potent
All of ’em with me smoking
Yeah
She pop, she loving me

It’s the essence
Coolin’ when I’m out
Got to mixing, I’m mixing, sick with it, diamonds in my mouth
Uh huhhhhhh
Yeah, yeah
Uh huhhh

Bounce, bitch, let you grant my wish
Fuck it, man, I’m rich
Don’t forget, Dalih on my momma
Watch me flex my shit
Huh, fucker, huh, fucker
Mr. Coola out the fridge
Baby, be my ace, dry my tank