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letra de super fuckin cool - louie v gutta

[intro:]
man, i’m so super f-ckin’ cool
new louis belt with the new louis shoes
i only get one wear out ’em
these n-ggas huffin’ and puffin’, man, let some air out ’em

[verse 1:]
yeah, you know how i be, fly jeans, somethin’ to smoke
she’s your girlfriend to you, to me she somethin’ to poke
ask about me in my city, boy, i’m someone to know
you ain’t never met a n-gga this dope – call me heroin
doin’ 80 through traffic and i’m a clairon
package of that pakistanian and they hair long
from heroin, i’m a give you something to dwell on
ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, then n-gga, get the h-ll on
sittin’ in this phantom, the system labelled me felon
your girl in my whip and my d-ck is somethin’ she fell on

[hook 1:]
oops – said i’m so super f-ckin’ cool
new gucci belt with the new gucci shoes
i only get one wear out ’em
these n-ggas huffin’ and puffin’, man, let some air out ’em

[verse 2:]
soho choppin’, hotels with models topless
menages, do the dirty work in my boxers
she say that i remind her of a mobster
i did it my way, i’m somethin’ like sinatra
they eat each other and slurp it up like it’s pasta

[hook 2:]
said i’m so super f-ckin’ cool
new fendi belt with the new fendi shoes
i only get one wear out ’em
you n-ggas huffin’ and puffin’, man, let some air out ’em

[verse 3:]
hand cuffin’, tryna bust my groove
man, let that b-tch choose
fail to realize the b-tch you’re tryna pursue
i done f-cked her and her girlfriend too
was in the red ‘lam, the color hot sauce
i had the top off, she had her top off
to top it all off, i was gettin’ topped off
presidential suites at the top floor
you know you can’t compete with the top dog
the minute she f-ck you then her stocks fall

[verse 4:]
yeah, and i’m so super f-ckin’ cool
louboutin sneaks, she got the louboutin shoes
red diamonds on me like they louboutin jewels
red beam on the bottom, that’s a louboutin tool
i’m like a newer tom cruise
ridin’ with penelope, f-ck you n-ggas is telling me?
dippin’ like blue cheese, countin’ the celery
and i can show you how to be a player, bill bellamy
and i’m lookin’ in they faces, i see jealousy
same n-ggas hatin’ on me, they ain’t had no bail for me
when the crackers made h-ll for me, hoes ain’t sit on down on me
but i came back and set my city on fire – soon as they settle, free
said that i would never be, i came home, i was sellin’ d
bentley with the b-tter seats, wings all on that letter b
i pull up on my haters, rest in peace
talkin’ dirty, n-gga? ready, which you’d better be
’cause i’m so super f-ckin’ cool
i be gettin’ paid just to wear my f-ckin’ shoes
reebok or the pumas, n-gga, i can f-ckin’ choose
gettin’ paid for my swagger, i’m still winnin’ if i lose

[hook 3:]
said i’m so super f-ckin’ cool
new hermans belt with the hermans shoes
i only get one wear out ’em
you n-ggas huffin’ and puffin’, man, let some air out ’em

[verse 4:]
n-gga, better believe it, we blowin’ racks up in niemans
you see it – the bottom of a louboutin bleedin’
my license my p-ssport ’cause my whip is a foreign
my sneakers is jordans, i’m makin’ a fortune
my jacket cost four grand, i’m tippin’ the door man
my speakers is goin’ ham, they eager to shake hands
i hold it with both hands, when i squeeze it, it don’t jam
said we gangsters, we don’t dance
i ain’t holdin’ these hoes’ hands, i’m leavin’ ’em no chance
thinkin’ bout romance and i’m thinkin’ bout goin’ in

[outro:]
’cause i’m so super f-ckin’ cool
alexander mcqueen belt, alexander mcqueen shoes
i only get one wear out ’em
you n-ggas huffin’ and puffin’, man, let some air out ’em

- louie v gutta

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