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Cool, Calm & Collected - Pressa/Swae Lee
Lyrics by:Quinton Gardner/Khalif Malik Ibn Shaman Brown/Mario Herrera
Composed by:Quinton Gardner/Khalif Malik Ibn Shaman Brown/Mario Herrera
Produced by:Peso Peso
Ooh
Yeah uh
Cool calm and collected collected
Countin' up a check just to run through it run through it
Hatin' on another man nah we don't do that **** do that
Playin' my position top one **** a top ten ten
Pourin' up drank yeah baby come take a sip sip
High speed in foreign cars we playin' playin'
Only thing I'm rollin' up is tank tank gas tank
I'm tryna get rid of this taste taste
No trust I know they two-faced
A13 to the 305 in Miami
Shawty gon' come out her panties panties
Good pipe gon' **** up her hairpiece hairpiece
Yeah yeah yeah
Pass me that ************* light please light green
Yeah yeah yeah uh
Park it up uh
First one spark it up spark it up
Pocket stuffed one more dollar bill they gon' bust it
Buns enough the hatin' you did it wasn't enough 'nough
**** that talkin' tough because that **** speaks for itself yeah
I could go to Toronto with Pressa yeah
My ***** she calm in a lecture lecture
We're slidin' around presidential
Cool calm and collected collected
Countin' up a check just to run through it run through it
Hatin' on another man nah we don't do that **** do that
Playin' my position top one **** a top ten ten
Pourin' up drank yeah baby come take a sip sip
High speed in foreign cars we playin' playin'
Only thing I'm rollin' up is tank tank gas tank
I'm tryna get rid of this taste taste
No trust I know they two-faced
Cool calm and collected cool
Runnin' up a check ***** check
Bricks of that c*****e coke heavily invested
She fell in love with Turso and Herbal Essence
Brand-new Glock put him nighty-night night ain't do no wrestlin'
Audemar it's a plain Jane plain and it's a classic classic
Couldn't 'cross me 'cause Press Machine he ain't Catholic
Certify this trap **** trap
Trip to Miami trap
Bricks in the Camry
Hunnid shots when I win my Grammy
I'm in the club and I'm with Swae
She asks me what my neck I told her
It's a hunnid K
I'm sellin' d**gs baby
I've been workin' in the stu' like **** the club baby club
I told her Fly and tell it easy it's that God gave me God
Cool calm and collected collected
Countin' up a check just to run through it run through it
Hatin' on another man nah we don't do that **** do that
Playin' my position top one **** a top ten ten
Pourin' up drank yeah baby come take a sip sip
High speed in foreign cars we playin' playin'
Only thing I'm rollin' up is tank tank gas tank
I'm tryna get rid of this taste taste
No trust I know they two-faced
I'm in the club and I'm with Swae
She asks me what my neck I told her
It's a hunnid K