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letra de coogi shorts for the summer - madeintyo

[intro: bj the chicago kid & madeintyo]
(k swisha)
oh-oh, oh-oh
oh

[verse 1: madeintyo]
coogi shorts for the summer
in j-pan, no shirt in the hummer
tv down, playin’ dumber and dumber
i moved on, she stuck on, ooh what a d-mn bummer
teriyaki sauce at [?], gettin’ her number
k swisha on the drums, man, bangin’ like thunder
he was in a rare porsche, sippin’ on a cucumber
reckless with a private club necklace
told her if it drop it gotta be my best sh-t
’cause my son’s life is precious
why you wanna argue on drew? he’ll excel
remember when my pops bought my mom the nеw lexus
take that sh-t up, beforе the whole d-mn team
you know how i’m finna win for the whole d-mn team
comin’ out, f-ckin’ swingin’, on the whole d-mn scene
got that sh-t on my back
i need the whole d-mn whack, i need the whole d-mn pack
i need the whole d-mn whack, i need the whole d-mn pack (skrr)

[chorus: madeintyo & bj the chicago kid]
goin’ through customs, sayin’ that they love him (ooh)
takin’ out my louis, ’cause they wanna touch ’em (skrr)
i’ve been on my feet, girl, yeah she wanna rub ’em
i know b-tches in the bay but i had to dub ’em (yeah)
yeah, we smokin’ cookies, knowin’ that i love ’em (skrr-skrr)
retweet your sh-t, yeah halloween i plug ’em (hey)
goin’ through customs, sayin’ that they love him (ooh)
takin’ out my louis, ’cause they wanna touch ’em (ooh yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: bj the chicago kid]
when n-ggas ask me, “was it worth it?” (worth it)
it ain’t nothin’ like walkin’ in your purpose (oh i, oh i)
yeah my n-gga
when it all comes to the surface (surface)
i count my blessings like it’s sunday service (oh i, oh i)
yeah my n-gga
for them times it was difficult
it’s so k!llin’ that this feeling’s reciprocal
(oh i, oh i)
yeah my n-gga
sometimes it got me trippin’, yo
’cause the good outweigh the bad, always god you lookin’

[chorus: madeintyo]
goin’ through customs, sayin’ that they love him (ooh)
takin’ out my louis, ’cause they wanna touch ’em (skrr)
i’ve been on my feet, girl, yeah she wanna rub ’em
i know b-tches in the bay but i had to dub ’em (yeah)
yeah, we smokin’ cookies, knowin’ that i love ’em (skrr-skrr)
retweet your sh-t, yeah halloween i plug ’em (hey)
goin’ through customs, sayin’ that they love him (ooh)
takin’ out my louis, ’cause they wanna touch ’em (ooh, gang)

[outro: madeintyo]
skrr-skrr
skrr-skrr

- madeintyo

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