
Coolie High is Life Camp Lo
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[Geechi Suede]
Now if you in ya legend, shoot this up to ten
The airways belong to disciple and the boy Cheeb-Lin
First digest the heat from My toaster, blast!
Cotton can last, on your block, bout to class
[Sonny Cheeba]
Yeah, diggin' on the sheeba, tappin' on the Cheeba
Singin' A1 sustan', cotton, you want nothin'
The ass whippin' ain't feel it when it kick in
Never juggled satin, Coolie-coated Camp Lo
Coolie High is how I pump, when the convinsa's
In my clutch, your burdened one sung and then hush
Hollywood
[Geechi Suede]
The rude awakenin', How much notes are we rakin' in?
The more we vision, you ain't fit for this division
So put the Spliss on it, tell ya Foxy put her lips on It
It's murder one when the stones on it
[Sonny Cheeba]
I was tryna tell ya now, to cop a hill from the 3 o'clock and
Sum'n tap; will it happen when you fall sat'n?
No counterfeit, neva dug the sound of it, Lo
Cold twisted out, razor candy-cut, what
Them Sugar Streets where the hustle-pros 'n cats meet
My Camp lookin' like Flinn about to boogie in
Now if you in ya legend, shoot this up to ten
The airways belong to disciple and the boy Cheeb-Lin
First digest the heat from My toaster, blast!
Cotton can last, on your block, bout to class
[Sonny Cheeba]
Yeah, diggin' on the sheeba, tappin' on the Cheeba
Singin' A1 sustan', cotton, you want nothin'
The ass whippin' ain't feel it when it kick in
Never juggled satin, Coolie-coated Camp Lo
Coolie High is how I pump, when the convinsa's
In my clutch, your burdened one sung and then hush
Hollywood
[Geechi Suede]
The rude awakenin', How much notes are we rakin' in?
The more we vision, you ain't fit for this division
So put the Spliss on it, tell ya Foxy put her lips on It
It's murder one when the stones on it
[Sonny Cheeba]
I was tryna tell ya now, to cop a hill from the 3 o'clock and
Sum'n tap; will it happen when you fall sat'n?
No counterfeit, neva dug the sound of it, Lo
Cold twisted out, razor candy-cut, what
Them Sugar Streets where the hustle-pros 'n cats meet
My Camp lookin' like Flinn about to boogie in
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