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Cooler Video (MV)




Performed By: Chin
Language: English
Length: 2:06
Written by: Daniel Belk-Sauls




Chin - Cooler Lyrics




Yea it heat up when it spit
That's why it come with a cooler
How he claim he big dog in his hood he can't even maneuver
Had to sit down on my own
I thought to myself as I counted the roll
When I come pick up my bag
Don't wanna talk I need my package to go
Got my hand I'm dealt in
Nobody know what happened get it done all by myself yea
Lately I been Gucci so I put it on my belt yea
Get it done all by myself yea

They be talking real wild who is you to me
Forgive me if I'm relaxed I just know this ain't nun new to me
I see she tryna get attached no we not a match
I got my foot on the gas
Keep making hits that's why I stay tucked in the lab
I'm still making plays off of the past
My boy drop it off where you at
Smile in my face but I really can see that you mad
Can't let you snake me ain't turning my back aye
As you can see I'm getting in my bag
Why you mad aye
Nigga why you mad
I just stepped in
Balling since a youngin
Through them bands that's where I keep thumbing
Why you talking to me bum man
I remember all them days when I was bumming

Yea it heat up when it spit
That's why it come with a cooler
How he claim he big dog in his hood he can't even maneuver
Had to sit down on my own
I thought to myself as I counted the roll
When I come pick up my bag
Don't wanna talk I need my package to go
Got my hand I'm dealt in
Nobody know what happened get it done all by myself yea
Lately I been Gucci so I put it on my belt yea
Get it done all by myself yea
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Yea it heat up when it spit
That's why it come with a cooler
How he claim he big dog in his hood he can't even maneuver
Had to sit down on my own
I thought to myself as I counted the roll
When I come pick up my bag
Don't wanna talk I need my package to go
Got my hand I'm dealt in
Nobody know what happened get it done all by myself yea
Lately I been Gucci so I put it on my belt yea
Get it done all by myself yea

They be talking real wild who is you to me
Forgive me if I'm relaxed I just know this ain't nun new to me
I see she tryna get attached no we not a match
I got my foot on the gas
Keep making hits that's why I stay tucked in the lab
I'm still making plays off of the past
My boy drop it off where you at
Smile in my face but I really can see that you mad
Can't let you snake me ain't turning my back aye
As you can see I'm getting in my bag
Why you mad aye
Nigga why you mad
I just stepped in
Balling since a youngin
Through them bands that's where I keep thumbing
Why you talking to me bum man
I remember all them days when I was bumming

Yea it heat up when it spit
That's why it come with a cooler
How he claim he big dog in his hood he can't even maneuver
Had to sit down on my own
I thought to myself as I counted the roll
When I come pick up my bag
Don't wanna talk I need my package to go
Got my hand I'm dealt in
Nobody know what happened get it done all by myself yea
Lately I been Gucci so I put it on my belt yea
Get it done all by myself yea
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Writer: Daniel Belk-Sauls
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