Coolie High Gotcha Wide (Demo) Camp Lo
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[Hook: Geechi Suede and (Sonny Cheeba)]
You need to come inside and check Lo
Relax yourself and let the sugar love flow
(Coolie High got you wide)
You need to come inside and check Lo
Relax yourself and let the sugar love flow
(Coolie High keeps you wide)
You need to come inside and check Lo
Relax yourself and let the sugar love flow
(Coolie High got you wide)
You need to come inside and check Lo
Relax yourself and let the sugar love flow
[Verse 1: Geechi Suede]
Yo, Jah, it’s raining Alizé
I’m floating through the Holland Tunnel, swerving
I’m digging on a Sheba—pulling cheeba, she be splurging
We’re lurking with the chrome ‘cause we be murkin' from the Boogie
And shitting on them crabs ‘cause they’re jive, fake, and woolly
No doubt
[Verse 2: Sonny Cheeba]
Yeah
Trade shots of life—for all night, you’ll dig it
Kept it hotter, Kenyatta to Big Dipper, get hipper
(Coolie High got you wide)
Spilling coffee inside my automo Eldo’
Cracking satin on leather. What’s happening? Bullet convincer
Cash straight out of comic books, catching a flurry
Keep your eye on the Lo or miss the heaven and glory
You need to come inside and check Lo
Relax yourself and let the sugar love flow
(Coolie High got you wide)
You need to come inside and check Lo
Relax yourself and let the sugar love flow
(Coolie High keeps you wide)
You need to come inside and check Lo
Relax yourself and let the sugar love flow
(Coolie High got you wide)
You need to come inside and check Lo
Relax yourself and let the sugar love flow
[Verse 1: Geechi Suede]
Yo, Jah, it’s raining Alizé
I’m floating through the Holland Tunnel, swerving
I’m digging on a Sheba—pulling cheeba, she be splurging
We’re lurking with the chrome ‘cause we be murkin' from the Boogie
And shitting on them crabs ‘cause they’re jive, fake, and woolly
No doubt
[Verse 2: Sonny Cheeba]
Yeah
Trade shots of life—for all night, you’ll dig it
Kept it hotter, Kenyatta to Big Dipper, get hipper
(Coolie High got you wide)
Spilling coffee inside my automo Eldo’
Cracking satin on leather. What’s happening? Bullet convincer
Cash straight out of comic books, catching a flurry
Keep your eye on the Lo or miss the heaven and glory
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