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letra de screw cool - keeng cut

yae (repeats 15x)
oh (repeats 4x)
oops (repeats 6x)
uggh

verse

well it’s keeng cut i’m right on time/
bout to come f-ck it up with some sh-t on my mind/
i was thinkin’ something cool for playas on they grind/
or the ladies with they window down tippin’ that pine/
or cincinnati foreign car or a caddy/
play it like my esé patna in chevy truck or navi-/
gator f-ck a hater cuz they got too much time on they hand/
i’m too cool in my town you can call me a fan/
the way i breeze by chokin’ on something you not/
tryna make it to the spot without seeing a cop/
break a coppa off smooth when i get in my groove/
thinkin’ he gon’ pull me over watch the keeng get loose/
like a ‘rari f430 with the f1 tranny/
tryna put glover in this broad got her callin’ me dannyyyyyy/
real brothas wear rubbers yea that’s a fact/
in the lane gettin’ felatio seat-back-screw cool/

hook

fnf yae that’s favored n flavored get you some
n-gga i’m screw cool screw cool cool cool cool gotta be in ya and not on ya uggh

verse

take a trip to my town come on slide with me/
call me khampa trillman or keeng c-u-t/
that’s the name that i got waaay back in the gap/
when boys used to rock the malcom x snapback cap/
before they took bandfields or knocked down osage/
playas rollin’ trues and vogues wasn’t thinkin’ bout bladez/
pops had the gold lac with the peanut b-tter guts/
solid gold struts knockin’ down sl-ts/
open-faced golds no princess cuts/
ain’t no tellin’ how much bread my old man done touched/
remember playas rockin’ joggin’ suits with f-nny packs on waistline/
carphone and beepers nah i ain’t waste time/
tryna be like mike i wannabe like ‘them’/
nice car, big home, rockin’ kangol brim/
pinky rang, piece n chain, clothes fresh up out the cleaners/
ima muhf-ckin’ jim peep my playa -ss demeanor i’m screw cool!/

hook

oh, oh lord (repeats 5x) oh
n-gga i’m screw cool screw cool cool cool cool
yae

verse

late night i be tippin’ behind the wheel grippin’/
smokin’ but i as it sippin’ this game’ll have you trippin’/
i’m flippin’ bout to make my last stop for the night/
keepin’ my eye on devil’s wanna put that stop on my light/
the game ain’t for everybody and so is the truth/
put the real in they face and watch the game n-ggas poof/
i love all my bros and we stay on our toes/
young kings on the scene and keep a clean nose/
we all think the same and we anti lame/
every convo that we have stay flooded with game/
i’m blessed and highly favored stay fresh and highly flavored/
my clothes is all tailored i keep b-tter on my tators/
i stay away from them fables yea them storybook playas/
wanna wear my playa clothes them n-ggas is imitaters/
better yet emulaters but never could simulate us/
wanna disintegrate us but in they dreams they couldn’t fade us i’m screw cool! yae/

- keeng cut

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