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Tyrese Witherspoon - Real Cool Killer Lyrics



Tyrese Witherspoon - Real Cool Killer Lyrics




This the kind of beat that go
This the kind of beat that go
This the kind of beat that go ra-ta-ta

Uh, summer comin', but I'm already turnin' up
In my kitchen, grab your mittens if ya burnin' up
Cookin' up, but I'm never, ever servin' ya
I'm just tryin' shit out without a formula
Guns and butter, choose the former when concernin' ya
Got a tool for the latter as I'm churnin' up
But the tool so heavy, had a hernia
Okay, summer, time to hurry up
Schoolin' hoes since two-years-old
I won't really terrible, I just really knew my role
Back when not a preacher or a principal could use control
Then I got in drama class, found the thing that soothed my soul
Back when the GPA was like PGA
It was on par, no need to abbreviate
College was givin' cash at a decent rate
But when you gotta get it quicker, why even wait?
No real estate, but I will cease ya state
Scary ass hoe, put you in a seizure state
Make the people at ya wake not see ya face
Or leave you at Sovah Health with a fee to pay
'Cause I'm a cool killer, darker than vanilla
Skinny as a bitch, but my pockets much thicker
Never give a f*ck about a nigga
Or a rock head hoe, you might as well skip her
In line like it's the lunch line
Or like its the free throw line and it's crunch time
Companies want to me to sign on that one line
But currently, I will only Nike Dunk mine
One time for those lines, moment of silence
Mm, okay, I tried it
My whole city's immune to sirens
'Cause the best revenge is served violently
I'm tryin' to be so much better than I was
Just pilin' my money while I'm buildin' my buzz
So funny how money make people call you cous'
I should use my stacks to climb above
All the bullshit you bitches discharge
Small-time thinkers, but somehow ya image is large
All that pain from ya past, you should pick at the scabs
Come to terms, then give your life over to moi
I'm your God, I'm your GOAT, you a innocent lamb
Holidays, no turkey, bitch, I'm givin' you SPAM
When you get it how I get it, ain't no givin' a damn
'Cause I'm Mr. Witherspoon and I only go ham, bitch
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This the kind of beat that go
This the kind of beat that go
This the kind of beat that go ra-ta-ta

Uh, summer comin', but I'm already turnin' up
In my kitchen, grab your mittens if ya burnin' up
Cookin' up, but I'm never, ever servin' ya
I'm just tryin' shit out without a formula
Guns and butter, choose the former when concernin' ya
Got a tool for the latter as I'm churnin' up
But the tool so heavy, had a hernia
Okay, summer, time to hurry up
Schoolin' hoes since two-years-old
I won't really terrible, I just really knew my role
Back when not a preacher or a principal could use control
Then I got in drama class, found the thing that soothed my soul
Back when the GPA was like PGA
It was on par, no need to abbreviate
College was givin' cash at a decent rate
But when you gotta get it quicker, why even wait?
No real estate, but I will cease ya state
Scary ass hoe, put you in a seizure state
Make the people at ya wake not see ya face
Or leave you at Sovah Health with a fee to pay
'Cause I'm a cool killer, darker than vanilla
Skinny as a bitch, but my pockets much thicker
Never give a f*ck about a nigga
Or a rock head hoe, you might as well skip her
In line like it's the lunch line
Or like its the free throw line and it's crunch time
Companies want to me to sign on that one line
But currently, I will only Nike Dunk mine
One time for those lines, moment of silence
Mm, okay, I tried it
My whole city's immune to sirens
'Cause the best revenge is served violently
I'm tryin' to be so much better than I was
Just pilin' my money while I'm buildin' my buzz
So funny how money make people call you cous'
I should use my stacks to climb above
All the bullshit you bitches discharge
Small-time thinkers, but somehow ya image is large
All that pain from ya past, you should pick at the scabs
Come to terms, then give your life over to moi
I'm your God, I'm your GOAT, you a innocent lamb
Holidays, no turkey, bitch, I'm givin' you SPAM
When you get it how I get it, ain't no givin' a damn
'Cause I'm Mr. Witherspoon and I only go ham, bitch
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Writer: Cam Lewis, Camryn Lewis
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




Tyrese Witherspoon - Real Cool Killer Video
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Performed By: Tyrese Witherspoon
Length: 1:56
Written by: Cam Lewis, Camryn Lewis

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