Lord Cooler (Explicit)

Lord Cooler (Explicit) - Tru Heru/Doja Cat

Lyrics by：Tru Heru de Thunderland/Amala Dlamini

Composed by：Tru Heru de Thunderland/Amala Dlamini

Don't

Don't ya holla at me now don't ya

Don't ya holla at me now uh

I'll Instrumentals

'Cause you don't get along with my brothers

So don't kick rocks with the others

Ehh

It's almost like we came from the same mother

Low key we did this whole universe like my ************* mother

I will travel galaxies to kill you

Even if you kill me I'll come back around and kill you eh

Guess we'll be going back and forth between the other side

Uh

You say they feel you way it's looking they don't feel you ah

Ooh I'm burning up you need to chill and show the real you

Let the people know the deal no amount of gold teeth

No amount of no sleep nigga **** will never make you trill

I know you tryna do it for the ******* I do it for the ******* too

No lie if in the process you crossing up my brother

Find your body in them ditches too

Send the pictures to your misses too

Ain't no real niggas be missing you

I've been sitting on the moon just tryna come up with some **** to do

Eyy I've been contemplating coming down to earth to hit a lick or two

Ehh

Kind of shocked I'm still living

When I think bout all the **** that I've been living through eyy

My brother my sister

Way I'm living swear to God you gon be living too

I am the supreme master of this universe

I am the great destroyer

Eyy and you don't get along with no women

Ehh

If you living how I'm living then you know wassup

Gotta stop thinking ******* tripping

Ehh eh

Cause they're in tune with something deeper and they know wassup eh

When they talking bout the greatest man they know it's us

Had to shake a few people always holding up eyy

Always holding up the progress now I'm blowing up eh

So if the **** not really lit then I ain't showing up eh

And don't be pressing me 'bout money nigga do a lot for ya

You was sitting at the door

A nigga blew the lock for ya now you know

How to do it I showed ya better know

If you blow it I told ya let 'em know

We don't mind if I take him out right

I need to blow off some cake

Let 'em now

Cause he's in a very bad mood

Let 'em now let 'em now

With the ***** though ride up pop a nigga in a benzo

Rattle snake skirt with the cinch coat

Looking so proper when you get dough

But I can't lie nigga I'm anti-pictures

Better keep it on the low when we get throwed

And they thinkin' they be on like that

Boy the swag ain't coming with a warning tag

You can find me with my dogs

Loyal to the bone with the swag unlocked

You might think twice with the sack I bought with the tags I pop

I can brag just 'cause

But I don't doin' lil' things these ******* won't yeah

Doin' all the things I ******* want yeah

Most of us been left the **** alone yeah

It's all about what you do with your time

What you do in your prime got the Woo Woo with the lime

Whiskey and a dime

Yeah Penny for your thoughts got the Rémy on my mind

Steady on the climb eyy h*es steady on decline

Seat steady in recline in the chevy with the guy

Machete on the side

And we heavy getting high yeah we heavy getting high

We getting high getting high