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Coolin' (feat. CashMoneyAp) Video (MV)




Performed By: Munch the Artist
Language: English
Length: 2:10
Written by: Maurice Nobles




Munch the Artist - Coolin' (feat. CashMoneyAp) Lyrics




I be coolin
I be swaggin
I be fresh as a breeze
If I see her
Then I want her
Yea she all on her knees
If you speaking out of turn
The ar got a red dot
Ain't no Shooting at your Body only aiming For the head shots
Seen the dick on the 30 made the Pose like the running man
Pin point dead center merk his ass Like the taliban
If I see it then I want it then you that I got it man
Ain't no faking and no frauding Gotta keep it 100 grand

Drop a stack on a bitch yea shorty Legit
A couple grand for the ass a couple More for the fit
Yea I like them bitches bougie Former groupies that sing
Dat know how to suck a dick
And get excited from bling
Vacations in a villa yea my life is Exciting
So many rap flows all you niggas be Bitting
All the tuff talk nigga miss me I'm Done
How you claim to be the shooter but don't carry a gone
All my niggas pack dem Ruger's that Bring terror at night
A bunch of f*cking monster Freddy Krueger's and Mikes
If you think a nigga playing must Don't value your life
Sawed off hit your body an diminish Your height
Short stop ball boy yea you riding The bench
All these thirsty ass hoes all wanna Quench (Splash)
They ain't gettin nothing keep the Bread the bank
I just give em hard dick pull the Tracks out and yank

I be coolin
I be swaggin
I be fresh as a breeze
If I see her
Then I want her
Yea she all on her knees
If you speaking out of turn
The ar got a red dot
Ain't no Shooting at your Body only aiming For the head shots
Seen the dick on the 30 made the Pose like the running man
Pin point dead center merk his ass Like the taliban
If I see it then I want it then you that I got it man
Ain't no faking and no frauding Gotta keep it 100 grand
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I be coolin
I be swaggin
I be fresh as a breeze
If I see her
Then I want her
Yea she all on her knees
If you speaking out of turn
The ar got a red dot
Ain't no Shooting at your Body only aiming For the head shots
Seen the dick on the 30 made the Pose like the running man
Pin point dead center merk his ass Like the taliban
If I see it then I want it then you that I got it man
Ain't no faking and no frauding Gotta keep it 100 grand

Drop a stack on a bitch yea shorty Legit
A couple grand for the ass a couple More for the fit
Yea I like them bitches bougie Former groupies that sing
Dat know how to suck a dick
And get excited from bling
Vacations in a villa yea my life is Exciting
So many rap flows all you niggas be Bitting
All the tuff talk nigga miss me I'm Done
How you claim to be the shooter but don't carry a gone
All my niggas pack dem Ruger's that Bring terror at night
A bunch of f*cking monster Freddy Krueger's and Mikes
If you think a nigga playing must Don't value your life
Sawed off hit your body an diminish Your height
Short stop ball boy yea you riding The bench
All these thirsty ass hoes all wanna Quench (Splash)
They ain't gettin nothing keep the Bread the bank
I just give em hard dick pull the Tracks out and yank

I be coolin
I be swaggin
I be fresh as a breeze
If I see her
Then I want her
Yea she all on her knees
If you speaking out of turn
The ar got a red dot
Ain't no Shooting at your Body only aiming For the head shots
Seen the dick on the 30 made the Pose like the running man
Pin point dead center merk his ass Like the taliban
If I see it then I want it then you that I got it man
Ain't no faking and no frauding Gotta keep it 100 grand
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Writer: Maurice Nobles
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