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Aloy - Play It Cool Lyrics

[Intro]
When the streets hot, then the beef hot, better keep your pole
When the streets hot, then the beef hot, better keep your pole (Iceberg want a bag, bitch)
When the streets hot, then the beef hot, better keep your pole (Aloy, you know how the kid play)

[Chorus]
If the streets hot, then the beef hot, better keep your pole
We got XDs, we got G-Locks, better keep your blower
We got Rugers and 30s and lasers too
She ain't wanna let me hit, I played it cool
I got twenty-two bands on me, Baby Smoove
I got shooters, you got shooters, better play it cool
She like, "Why you always make come if I can't stay with you?
I just wanna make you cum and wanna lay with you"

[Verse 1]
I got twenty-two bands on me, Baby Smoove
I can't wait to pull up, skrrt, skrrt, Mercedes coupe
Or I might just pull up, skrrt, skrrt with gang or two
Bangers, two cups of syrup, you know how we ride
Okay, now she say, "Gotti Gotti, I love you, love you," girl, no, you don't
She say, "Gotti Gotti, I want you, want you," you know you don't
Why these bitches actin' like I ain't hit 'em before these songs?
Why these niggas cappin' like they don't know I'm actually for real?
I made 20K the same day I hopped back in the field (20K the same day)
I don't like to cap when I rap, that's why I'm keepin' it real (Keepin' it real)
I'm trappin' for real (Trappin' for real), I'm back off the pills (Back off the pills)
This bitch on my dick (This), I fucked her, yeah (Yeah)
[Chorus]
If the streets hot, then the beef hot, better keep your pole
We got XDs, we got G-Locks, better keep your blower
We got Rugers and 30s and lasers too
She ain't wanna let me hit, I played it cool
I got twenty-two bands on me, Baby Smoove
I got shooters, you got shooters, better play it cool
She like, "Why you always make come if I can't stay with you?
I just wanna make you cum and wanna lay with you"

[Verse 2]
I'm not tryna spend the day with you
I got paper to chase, I got bitches to ooh
I got glizzys to clutch with my bro on that too
Don't come pull up on us, we gon' blow at your coupe, oh
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, blow at your coupe, oh
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, blow at your coupe, oh
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, blow at your coupe, oh
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, blow at your coupe, oh
These niggas don't want no smoke, smoke
These niggas don't want no static
I got the game in a chokehold
I used to sleep in the attic
Streets hot, then the beef hot, better keep your pole

[Chorus]
If the streets hot, then the beef hot, better keep your pole
We got XDs, we got G-Locks, better keep your blower
We got Rugers and 30s and lasers too
She ain't wanna let me hit, I played it cool
I got twenty-two bands on me, Baby Smoove
I got shooters, you got shooters, better play it cool
She like, "Why you always make come if I can't stay with you?
I just wanna make you cum and wanna lay with you"
[Outro]
(Aloy, you know how the kid play)
(Iceberg want a bag, bitch)