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I get tired of this I get tired of that (I get tired of that) So much bullshit flying around Man, I ain't got time for that (ain't got time for that) Who you fooling? Nah, we just cooling Come chill with a Kool Kid I show you how to do it (I show you how to do it, baby) 'Cause if it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense I ain't 'bout to trip, nah, I ain't 'bout to flip Niggas on my line still tryna book trips Swear I'm fine, don't need your chips Fuck, who you fooling? Nah, we just cooling I show you how to do it Come chill with a Kool Kid (come chill with a Kool Kid, baby) I must admit, I might be colder than your bitch No disrespect, but she be out with the shits I'm just a youngin' out here trying to get rich That's why you fuck with me, falling in love with me Don't need to do all that, you not even my type I'm on a different level, can't fuck up my vibe I'm on a mission, swear I'm tryna get it right Don't get too close to me No feelings involved with me Baby, just roll up You can go ahead and smoke a little blunt Let's just get faded, baby I know you waiting, baby I can't give you all of me But I can give you what you need Satisfaction guaranteed, yeah I get tired of this I get tired of that (I get tired of that) So much bullshit flying around Man, I ain't got time for that (ain't got time for that) Who you fooling? Nah, we just cooling Come chill with a Kool Kid I show you how to do it (I show you how to do it, baby) 'Cause if it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense I ain't 'bout to trip, nah, I ain't 'bout to flip Niggas on my line still tryna book trips Swear I'm fine, don't need your chips Fuck, who you fooling? Nah, we just cooling I show you how to do it Come chill with a Kool Kid (come chill with a Kool Kid, baby) I don't want to feel anything I don't want to be caught in this emotional game You ain't even got the juice like that You always want me, baby, please fall back I know I'm looking exotic You think you're that motherfucker But nah, we ain't even cool like that I ain't your girlfriend, so what we doing? Yeah, we just chilling Don't try to love me, 'cause shit could get fatal I'm doing me, I don't do well with labels And plain black and white, man, it's so interracial It ain't gon' work, like somebody disabled it Look, that girlfriend boyfriend shit not for me You tryna climb me like some property Man, you tryna kick it like a soccer team You only tryna hit it like a lottery Tryna find my heart is like hide and seek And one of these days, you might find the key In the friendzone, you better find a seat 'Cause e'rybody always got the tea So boy, no You ain't got the juice like that Nah, you ain't got the juice like that I'ma hit you with that run around You gon' end up in the loop like that Yeah, I'ma put you in the loop like that I get tired of this I get tired of that (I get tired of that) So much bullshit flying around Man I ain't got time for that (ain't got time for that) Who you fooling? Nah, we just cooling Come chill with a Kool Kid I show you how to do it (just let me show you, baby) 'Cause if it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense I ain't 'bout to trip, nah, I ain't 'bout to flip Niggas on my line still tryna book trips Swear I'm fine, don't need your chips Fuck, who you fooling? Nah, we just cooling I show you how to do it Come chill with a Kool Kid (come chill with a Kool Kid, baby) Come chill with a Kool Kid, baby Come chill with a Kool Kid, baby Come chill with a Kool Kid, baby Come chill with a Kool Kid, baby
Writer(s): Golden Styles, Layton Greene Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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