Little shawty pull up on me in the club like
"You cute or whatever"
I said "yo that's funny, you know why"
Whoa, hol' up bitch
Don't give me none of your kisses
Four, five bitches in the back
And they want to be my mistress, top of they wishlist
Huh. Don't mean to brag but I got that bag on me
I'm top of the pole like I got that flag on me
I can't f*ck that hoe cause I know that she moody
Might f*ck around and just cop me some cooties
You say
You ride with the mob
That's what you think
But you just a slob
You ride with your moms
You sit in the back
Just twiddle your thumbs
You think you a jawn
But you just a pawn
You off and you on
Me I'm like the sun
Come soak me in
I'm like cola and rum
They know I get groovy
I'm making them woozy
You seem come in
And you know it's a movie
But you know that I'm choosy
When Drinking my smoothie
So don't say hey Rudi
I know you got cooties
Whoa, hol' up bitch
Don't give me none of your kisses
Four, five bitches in the back
And they want to be my mistress, top and they wishlist
Huh. Don't mean to brag but I got that bag on me
I'm top of the pole like I got that flag on me
I can't f*ck that hoe cause I know that she moody
Might f*ck around and just cop me some cooties
Wait, hol' up
They know when we show up
It's lit bout to blow up
Huh, we bringing the fire just straight out the lighter
No fluid, I'm chasing my dreams and they lucid
No sleeping, cause you know that we stay scheming
Shine in this bitch like the light is just beaming
Niggas be feenin and shawties be wilying
Can't f*ck with it my time just goes to the grinding
Don't hit my line what you want, what you need
She only text me about weed
I dub her cause her focus all on the grass
The green that I chase is the cash
Hating ass niggas try to diss me
She pull up to the party trying to kiss me
Rub on my chest and she getting real frisky
Told her that bullshit got to miss me like
Whoa, hol' up bitch
Don't give me none of your kisses
Four, five bitches in the back
And they want to be my mistress, top and they wishlist
Huh. Don't mean to brag but I got that bag on me
I'm top of the pole like I got that flag on me
I can't f*ck that hoe cause I know that she moody
Might f*ck around and just cop me some cooties
You're a dub
You're a dub
Hahahahaha
Tony Gets Dough - Cooties (feat. Solo) Lyrics
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Little shawty pull up on me in the club like
"You cute or whatever"
I said "yo that's funny, you know why"
Whoa, hol' up bitch
Don't give me none of your kisses
Four, five bitches in the back
And they want to be my mistress, top of they wishlist
Huh. Don't mean to brag but I got that bag on me
I'm top of the pole like I got that flag on me
I can't f*ck that hoe cause I know that she moody
Might f*ck around and just cop me some cooties
You say
You ride with the mob
That's what you think
But you just a slob
You ride with your moms
You sit in the back
Just twiddle your thumbs
You think you a jawn
But you just a pawn
You off and you on
Me I'm like the sun
Come soak me in
I'm like cola and rum
They know I get groovy
I'm making them woozy
You seem come in
And you know it's a movie
But you know that I'm choosy
When Drinking my smoothie
So don't say hey Rudi
I know you got cooties
Whoa, hol' up bitch
Don't give me none of your kisses
Four, five bitches in the back
And they want to be my mistress, top and they wishlist
Huh. Don't mean to brag but I got that bag on me
I'm top of the pole like I got that flag on me
I can't f*ck that hoe cause I know that she moody
Might f*ck around and just cop me some cooties
Wait, hol' up
They know when we show up
It's lit bout to blow up
Huh, we bringing the fire just straight out the lighter
No fluid, I'm chasing my dreams and they lucid
No sleeping, cause you know that we stay scheming
Shine in this bitch like the light is just beaming
Niggas be feenin and shawties be wilying
Can't f*ck with it my time just goes to the grinding
Don't hit my line what you want, what you need
She only text me about weed
I dub her cause her focus all on the grass
The green that I chase is the cash
Hating ass niggas try to diss me
She pull up to the party trying to kiss me
Rub on my chest and she getting real frisky
Told her that bullshit got to miss me like
Whoa, hol' up bitch
Don't give me none of your kisses
Four, five bitches in the back
And they want to be my mistress, top and they wishlist
Huh. Don't mean to brag but I got that bag on me
I'm top of the pole like I got that flag on me
I can't f*ck that hoe cause I know that she moody
Might f*ck around and just cop me some cooties
You're a dub
You're a dub
Hahahahaha
"You cute or whatever"
I said "yo that's funny, you know why"
Whoa, hol' up bitch
Don't give me none of your kisses
Four, five bitches in the back
And they want to be my mistress, top of they wishlist
Huh. Don't mean to brag but I got that bag on me
I'm top of the pole like I got that flag on me
I can't f*ck that hoe cause I know that she moody
Might f*ck around and just cop me some cooties
You say
You ride with the mob
That's what you think
But you just a slob
You ride with your moms
You sit in the back
Just twiddle your thumbs
You think you a jawn
But you just a pawn
You off and you on
Me I'm like the sun
Come soak me in
I'm like cola and rum
They know I get groovy
I'm making them woozy
You seem come in
And you know it's a movie
But you know that I'm choosy
When Drinking my smoothie
So don't say hey Rudi
I know you got cooties
Whoa, hol' up bitch
Don't give me none of your kisses
Four, five bitches in the back
And they want to be my mistress, top and they wishlist
Huh. Don't mean to brag but I got that bag on me
I'm top of the pole like I got that flag on me
I can't f*ck that hoe cause I know that she moody
Might f*ck around and just cop me some cooties
Wait, hol' up
They know when we show up
It's lit bout to blow up
Huh, we bringing the fire just straight out the lighter
No fluid, I'm chasing my dreams and they lucid
No sleeping, cause you know that we stay scheming
Shine in this bitch like the light is just beaming
Niggas be feenin and shawties be wilying
Can't f*ck with it my time just goes to the grinding
Don't hit my line what you want, what you need
She only text me about weed
I dub her cause her focus all on the grass
The green that I chase is the cash
Hating ass niggas try to diss me
She pull up to the party trying to kiss me
Rub on my chest and she getting real frisky
Told her that bullshit got to miss me like
Whoa, hol' up bitch
Don't give me none of your kisses
Four, five bitches in the back
And they want to be my mistress, top and they wishlist
Huh. Don't mean to brag but I got that bag on me
I'm top of the pole like I got that flag on me
I can't f*ck that hoe cause I know that she moody
Might f*ck around and just cop me some cooties
You're a dub
You're a dub
Hahahahaha
Writer: Anthony Henry, Rudi Gohl
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid