ฟังเพลงMo Better Cool (Explicit)

Mo Better Cool (Explicit) - Big K.R.I.T./Devin the Dude/Big Sant/Bun B

Glisten like the sun off the candy

Got the tool in the dash, keep at hand

Jammin', up and down the boulevard, swang

Trunk still bangin', screens still hangin'

Old habits die hard, ain't sh*t changed

Still recline, still swang and bang

Grippin' wood grain, grippin' wood grain

I remember when I used to roll

A bucket, no ducket to my name and my soul

Hoes used to front everywhere I go

But that's cool

Yea, sh*t changed cause we on

Now I'm tailor made, choppin' blades that I'm grown

Now the same hoes won't leave me alone

But that's cool

So, now usually I don't boast to brag

But, today different

Went from bucket, brake scrappin', to swinging like Kenny Griffin

I was scrawny than a motherf**ke

When I was younger, got my weight up like a

Now I'm solid with these numbers

Maxin' out on these hoes

Marinated my pimpin' cause when you sees in they peepin'

And scrape it right out the skin

Got a vision for fix, drop it low like the bass

Her p**sy tighter than plies that squeeze the wine outta grapes

So I hit it slow

Flea flicker, give and go

I know that the shine the only reason she kick it for

I went from not a thing to the Caddy frame, throw it off in the game

When you came and you got changed, sh*t can't be the same

So I'm chillin', bump and

Hollin' out f**k the feelin's of critics

That claim they come from slums but they from a village for real

'Cause while these lames sittin' still

I hit the road, broke the mold, and came up on a mil

I remember when I used to roll

A bucket, no ducket to my name and my soul

Hoes used to front everywhere I go

But that's cool

Yea, sh*t changed cause we on

Now I'm tailor made, choppin' blades that I'm grown

Now the same hoes won't leave me alone

But that's cool

Man I'm a wild motherf**ker, back when I was round 20

F**k niggas thought you wouldn't find me round any

Rollin' one deep in the Buick parked ave

With a sawed off shotgun that cut your a** in half

Laughin' at these niggas that was hatin' on the low

'Cause on the cool, I was puttin' dick off in they ho

And on the cut, you couldn't short stop me for the blow

Cause I be with the pistol, knockin' on your front door

See where I come from, you can't just tell me that you hard

Niggas'll come and box you up in your front yard

Better not talk about pullin' out the GAT

'Cause on site we put that 9 mili to your hat

Now as I got older, my rep got colder

These niggas wouldn't dare to knock the chip up off my shoulder

Certified soldier with the stripes that'll prove it

I got my reputation in the streets, f**k the music

I remember when I used to roll

A bucket, no ducket to my name and my soul

Hoes used to front everywhere I go

But that's cool

Yea, sh*t changed cause we on

Now I'm tailor made, choppin' blades that I'm grown

Now the same hoes won't leave me alone

But that's cool

Yea, reporting live from the ceiling, enjoy the view b**ch

Show gone make a killin', ain't nothin' new b**ch

Except the pressure from the heckle from the nose

Ho please, I can't even see you from our close seats

The boy came to play and no this ain't a game

Dunkin', trunkin, purple colored gators mayne

Hold up, this win is on us

It's a celebration, b**ch, every time I show up

Get in the way, get swole up

That's no luck for anyone tryna outshine us

Plenty of haters, and heard steppin' behind us

Better catch on to our coattails, I boast well sh*t talk

That b******t walk

Cripple their chances, advances, stickin' the landin'

That I jumped up off the porch with

Respect that'll get your dome split

And on it I stay, no reprieve for no punk

Consider your ship sunk, I'm just bein' Big Sant b**ch

Glisten like the sun off the candy

Got the tool in the dash, keep at hand

Jammin', up and down the boulevard, swang

Trunk still bangin', screens still hangin'

Old habits die hard, ain't sh*t changed

Still recline, still swang and bang

Grippin' wood grain, grippin' wood grain