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Cologne - Euphoria 2 Lyrics
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Baby, I smell so good, that's that cologne
I bet if I was not outside, y'all would be in your home
Nigga, real quick to talk shit, but no facts just being told
35 plus, still talk down, nigga, you old, you old
Slide in a new car, 200 miles on dash, I might go too far
Been getting money since 15, I don't really give a f*ck about who you are
All my niggas shoot like D-Day, he be in the back with a Drake like, hoorah
He ain't even got no whip, he just drive his boo car
Ayy, ayy, ayy, nigga, you lame, you know that I only be speaking on facts
He f*cked up the re up, can't give him a pack, no confidence, nigga, don't know where he at
Everywhere I go, I'm smoking on za, you wanna be friends, but nigga, you off
You wanna be friends, but nigga, you off, I used to clock out, but now I'm the boss
F*ck with the motion, I heard that lil' baby get wet like the ocean
Confident, nigga, the way I'm approaching, I'm smoking the za like a motherf*ckin' potion
I ran up a bag, gotta get to the top, top, cologne be high, he can never be topped
I be so fresh, can be put in a box, Go to sleep I pray to God for my opps
Choppa it sound like a motherf*ckin' plane, cut off my boss f*ck minimal wage
I'm high to the point that I'm stuck in a daze, you gotta remind me I forgot your name
Spent all this money to cover my eyes, yeah, I see the fake shit
I've been in disguise, niggas be hatin' aint tellin' me why
Yeah, we tight, we don't erase shit, I'm spittin' the block, yeah
Boy, I'm so faded, I'm passin' the time, smokin' the za
Yeah, boy, I be watchin' for all of the niggas that plot, ayy
Yeah, yeah, is he gettin' money like, yeah
Is he in the city like, yeah
Is he f*ckin' bitches like, yeah
Yeah, yeah, is he gettin' money like, yeah
Is he in the city like, yeah
Did he say a hunnid like, yeah
I collect a bag, I hop in a ride, I'm in the rick, you see that I'm fly
You can see pain, it's all in my eyes, you can see money, it's everywhere I be
Gettin' money is my hobby, everything icy like I'm playin' hockey
So it's just a top, nobody gon' stop me, hit my phone, I ain't got no service, I'm on the roads, skrr
I heard a nigga talkin' bout me, but that nigga broke, ayy
Im about to walk up in the dealership, now that bitch sold
When I heard niggas talkin' bout me, I said that that shit bold, ayy
I got a plan to win, I told that bitch she can hop on the dream team
I just pull up in the green beem, Gelato making me see things
I used to be in the west side, but I came back in the east, east
If he my nigga he eat eat, I'm givin' game out its free free, ayy
Yeah, yeah, is he gettin' money like, yeah
Is he in the city like, yeah
Is he f*ckin' bitches like, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Is he gettin' money like, yeah
Is he in the city like, yeah
Did he say a hunnid like, yeah
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Baby, I smell so good, that's that cologne
I bet if I was not outside, y'all would be in your home
Nigga, real quick to talk shit, but no facts just being told
35 plus, still talk down, nigga, you old, you old
Slide in a new car, 200 miles on dash, I might go too far
Been getting money since 15, I don't really give a f*ck about who you are
All my niggas shoot like D-Day, he be in the back with a Drake like, hoorah
He ain't even got no whip, he just drive his boo car
Ayy, ayy, ayy, nigga, you lame, you know that I only be speaking on facts
He f*cked up the re up, can't give him a pack, no confidence, nigga, don't know where he at
Everywhere I go, I'm smoking on za, you wanna be friends, but nigga, you off
You wanna be friends, but nigga, you off, I used to clock out, but now I'm the boss
F*ck with the motion, I heard that lil' baby get wet like the ocean
Confident, nigga, the way I'm approaching, I'm smoking the za like a motherf*ckin' potion
I ran up a bag, gotta get to the top, top, cologne be high, he can never be topped
I be so fresh, can be put in a box, Go to sleep I pray to God for my opps
Choppa it sound like a motherf*ckin' plane, cut off my boss f*ck minimal wage
I'm high to the point that I'm stuck in a daze, you gotta remind me I forgot your name
Spent all this money to cover my eyes, yeah, I see the fake shit
I've been in disguise, niggas be hatin' aint tellin' me why
Yeah, we tight, we don't erase shit, I'm spittin' the block, yeah
Boy, I'm so faded, I'm passin' the time, smokin' the za
Yeah, boy, I be watchin' for all of the niggas that plot, ayy
Yeah, yeah, is he gettin' money like, yeah
Is he in the city like, yeah
Is he f*ckin' bitches like, yeah
Yeah, yeah, is he gettin' money like, yeah
Is he in the city like, yeah
Did he say a hunnid like, yeah
I collect a bag, I hop in a ride, I'm in the rick, you see that I'm fly
You can see pain, it's all in my eyes, you can see money, it's everywhere I be
Gettin' money is my hobby, everything icy like I'm playin' hockey
So it's just a top, nobody gon' stop me, hit my phone, I ain't got no service, I'm on the roads, skrr
I heard a nigga talkin' bout me, but that nigga broke, ayy
Im about to walk up in the dealership, now that bitch sold
When I heard niggas talkin' bout me, I said that that shit bold, ayy
I got a plan to win, I told that bitch she can hop on the dream team
I just pull up in the green beem, Gelato making me see things
I used to be in the west side, but I came back in the east, east
If he my nigga he eat eat, I'm givin' game out its free free, ayy
Yeah, yeah, is he gettin' money like, yeah
Is he in the city like, yeah
Is he f*ckin' bitches like, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Is he gettin' money like, yeah
Is he in the city like, yeah
Did he say a hunnid like, yeah
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Writer: Toby Bell
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Cologne Euphoria 2 Video


Performed By: Cologne
Language: English
Length: 3:20
Written by: Toby Bell

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