I'm So Cool chords by Dru Down, Richie Rich, Yukmouth
Verse 1
F
Em
F
I'm so cool, so cool,
Em
F
Dm
I'm so cool, cool, cool
Toast to all my ghetto stars
and drug zords
With that hard and soft,
that raw pussy double R's
Em
Hundred thousand dollar cars,
Dm
smoke chronic filled cigars
Am
Menage a all the broads at the Lollatops
Dm
Killer entourage, cases I dodged
Can't stop the mob,
Am
F
police eat a dick like corn on a cob
Dm
You dig, it rolled over like the blob
F
Am
So hot, I rocked a Gucci Gilligan
Dm
and Timberlands with no socks
When y 'all was doing the rock,
I ran the dope spot
F
Dm
Drink Henny with no rocks,
F
put this in your chum -chop
Dm
Am
Em
Mama, hold up, roll up,
Dm
big body rover
Am
Dm
It's the Ayatollah with soldiers
Am
and wifey in the Pulsar
Dm
Now, I'm what they all envy,
Am
hustle is all in me
Y need to ball with me, custom me,
F
Claude Bentley
Dm
And that's simply a gift I make binges
F
Dm
Keep winning and spending on ice
like Peggy Flynn means cool
I'm so cool, I'm so fine,
F
I'm so hot, that's no judge
Dm
Em
Dm
I feel so cool, I feel so fine,
F
Dm
Am
I feel so hot, that's no judge
Dm
F
I'm so cool, I'm so fine,
Am
F
I'm so hot, that's no judge
Dm
F
I feel so cool, I feel so fine,
Dm
I feel so hot,
Am
Dm
Yo, when I step up in the club,
all eyes on me
It's a lot of pretty women
F
and they all want me
Dm
E
I'm paid now, doin' my thing now
Dm
F
Dm
Livin' my dream, ain't it a shame
F
Am
how these chicken heads fiend now
Dm
All they want is celebrity status
F
That's a brother that's paid
and straight livin' lavish
Dm
So what's up baby girl,
you wanna ride with me?
F
Let me show you how
Em
Am
beautiful this life can be
Dm
I wanna hold you,
take you to different places
F
Dm
Slow down baby girl,
F
all we need is patience
Dm
Em
Your body just makin' me hot
Dm
Let me rub on your spot
Am
Tell me if you like it or not
Dm
I'm the type to do anything
to please my woman
F
Keepin' em comin', wet spot,
Am
F
keepin' it runnin'
Dm
And I love all the ways she lays me
Am
So we can get it crackin' all the way
Dm
Am
from Cali to KC
Dm
I'm so cool, I'm so fine,
F
Dm
I'm so high, that's no judge
Em
Dm
I feel so cool, I feel so fine,
Am
I feel so high, that's no judge
Dm
Am
I'm so cool, I'm so fine,
F
I'm so high, that's no judge
Dm
I feel so cool, I feel so fly,
F
Dm
I feel so high, I feel so shy
What would I be like, so cool,
so fly when I show up?
The whole spot is blown up,
F
got bad bitches but taller
Dm
I'm irreparable,
Em
Dm
so do all the squares ex cept that though
Am
Dm
See me ridin' in somethin' nice
Am
and the courses gotta be tight
Dm
Ah, here we go again,
it's somethin' new again
Am
It's just four of the pimps
F
from buckets to a bin
Dm
Ain't no new booty, I carry the twoty
Am
From when you're tryin'
Em
to test the P .I.
Am
I'm tryin' to live mine and get mine
Dm
Am
Dm
My grind been sellin' pussy till I cook it
I'm an OG and I'm way past a rookie,
F
rookie
Dm
Em
Dm
But I still work the curls for the girls
And the waves for the waves
And I still get paid,
it's just my mind
Constantly thinkin' things over and over,
F
I'm not blind
Am
To the fact you new jacks
F
wanna take over
Dm
They some seven sides,
that would never happen
Am
Too much pity, patent, gift together
Em
Dm
Am
Try to be cool and see what happens
Dm
I'm so cool, I'm so fly
F
I'm so high, that's no judge
Dm
I feel so cool, I feel so fine
Am
Dm
I feel so high, I feel so dry,
Am
Dm
Am
I feel so cool, I'm so fine,
F
I'm so high, I feel so dry,
Dm
I feel so cool, I feel so fine,
Am
Dm
Am
I feel so high, I feel so dry
F
Dm
I'm to Hurts, niggas,
straight from Nantes, bitch
Come home, the cot swollen,
it was probably rich
F
Dm
Ball till I fall, nigga,
Em
Dm
blow until I get up
Leave a pussy on the tab,
Am
you be picking it up
Dm
Never seen a Cadillac, 26 on the truck
F
Am
I ain't pimping, motherfucker,
F
bitch, it's giving it up
Dm
The ten we split,
meaning like Nick for Nick
Am
Em
Am
Puff, puff, blow, nigga like hit for hit
F
Dm
F
I'm cool like that, diggable bitch,
Dm
unbreakable rich
F
Dm
F
Niggas so fly, it's some pitiful shit
Am
Catch me in dub,
Dm
flipping through dubs, blowing a dub
Am
Dm
Hit me on some shit
Am
and be knowing it's dub
Dm
Like what the fuck,
nothing like blowing with yup
F
The perp in the blunt, curve side,
working the front
Dm
The blue and the white,
the stripes on the pipe
Am
Em
The hook was right, I think she's white
Dm
I was high as a kite
I'm so cool, I'm so fly,
F
Dm
I'm so high, that's no judge
Em
Dm
I feel so cool, I feel so fly,
I feel so high, that's no judge
Am
I'm so cool, I'm so fly,
F
I'm so high, that's no judge
Dm
I feel so cool, I feel so fly,
Am
Dm
I feel so high, that's no judge
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