Kid Ink ☆ Cool Back

I walk in this bitch like a mah’fuckin’ villain
I’m just tryna bring cool back
Can’t too many motherfuckers pull that off
Lookin’ like a million dollar outfit
Nah nigga that’s me, it don’t matter what it costs
Make it look good
Had it on ‘fore you seen it in a look book
Said you ain’t fuckin’ with a young fresh ass nigga
Fashion police should arrest that nigga
Okay, okay, kay, kay, okay
I’m with a model ass bitch out in St. Tropez
In some high ass heels, can’t stand all day
It’s a price for your beauty, baby girl I pay

[Hook:]
I walk in this bitch like a mah’fuckin’ villain
Fashion police should arrest that nigga
I walk in this bitch like a mah’fuckin’ villain
Fashion police should arrest that nigga
I’m just tryna bring cool back
I’m just tryna bring cool back

I walk in like Joker
Livin’ like Bruce Wayne, can I get a toast to
All of the light skin girls and the mochas
Tryna get it in for the night, no emotions, motions
My way, everything I own off of the runway
Talkin’ bout the girls and even the white tape
Yippee ki-yay, hippie eyes, sit behind, need frames
I’m way too fresh go on let a nigga cook
Money on the cover nigga, I’m on that book
Know you went to the store, they ain’t have this
All you mah’fuckers look like last year
And I

[Hook]

I walk in this bitch like a mah’fuckin’ villain
Waxin’ a blunt, waxin’ a denim
Rodeo for the linen
And I’m a cool nigga out in Beverly Hills like Dilla
Okay, okay, wavin’ this dede all up in your face
See the OJ glove, red carpet killa
Rest of you nigga just seat fillas
Say ain’t nobody cooler
All you dirty mah’fuckers look like Kunta
Walk right by get a wet in the chooch
I steal yo’ bitch nigga like King Koopa
When

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