Coolin’ With Da Homies

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Savan Kotecha - Rap, Pop

Coolin’ With Da Homies

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[Intro] I'm coolin' with da homies I'm coolin' with da homies [Verse] Volcanoes on my chest, just like I'm Kim West I don't need silicone to show rappers I'm the best I keep my chains low, they droppin' to the floor They're really, really, really low, they're droppin' to the floor, uh I don't need gin and juice, I got a caffe latte Glaciers meltin' all around, but they ain't gonna drown me I'll get some frostbite, but won't let it crank my style I got these fresh beats, everybody tryna copy And they say that I talk too fast I don't really talk too fast I don't think I talk too fast I don't think I talk too, talk too, talk too fast Everybody blowin' up my phone Everybody wants this cash Everybody's soundin' like bla-bla-bla-bla... [Chorus] I told mama, "Mother I ain't gonna come home" I'm coolin' with da homies I told my pop, "Better mow the lawn on his own" I'm coolin' with da homies We roll up, we gettin' turned We go gangster style on everyone I told mama, "Mother I ain't gonna come home" I'm coolin' with da homies [Outro] C-C-C-Coolin' with da homies I'm c-c-c, I'm coolin' with da homies I'm c-c-c, I'm coolin' with da homies, I'm So tell my mama, I'm coolin' with da homies, uhh

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Writers
  • Rami
  • Savan Kotecha