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trl - good looking lyrics

[intro]
(good lookin’, gage)

[chorus]
i threw another one, i’m like good lookin’ (i’m like good lookin’, huh?)
i’m close to the edge, don’t try to push me (don’t try no dumb sh_t)
don’t wanna talk it, management’ll book me (no, it ain’t right)
i took bro coupe down, they tryna cook it
feel like melo, wasn’t there for me when i put on that hoodie
my first time in the ‘vette, i did that b_tch, i ain’t no rookie
all that barkin’, don’t get bit by the bully
add me up, b_tch, my shoes and my pants a ‘bow of cookie (a ‘bow of cookie)

[verse 1]
my phone stopped ringin’, this b_tch jumpin’
all these plays on the floor got me rushin’
my jeans need a gym, my pockets chunky
thе way your b_tch blow, she could’ve played thе trumpet, n_gga
put the presi’ on, told them diamonds trump a n_gga
win alone, die alone, i don’t f_ck with n_ggas
get your ass ran down for all that bluffin’, n_gga
could get you dropped, whole time, i’m out the country chillin’
n_ggas that don’t like my clique steady cliquin’ up
i told her she my b_tch ’cause she thick as f_ck
i gave her covid d_ck, left her sick as f_ck
if the rap workin’ out, i’m gon’ be rich as f_ck
’cause i threw an extra one, i’m like good lookin’
’cause
[chorus]
i threw another one, i’m like good lookin’ (i’m like good lookin’, huh?)
i’m close to the edge, don’t try to push me (don’t try no dumb sh_t)
don’t wanna talk it, management’ll book me (no, it ain’t right)
i took bro coupe down, they tryna cook it
feel like melo, wasn’t there for me when i put on that hoodie
my first time in the ‘vette, i did that b_tch, i ain’t no rookie
all that barkin’, don’t get bit by the bully
add me up, b_tch, my shoes and my pants a ‘bow of cookie (a ‘bow of cookie)

[verse 2]
i think this a movie, n_ggas yellin’, “take five”
the streets sh_t happen, you don’t get no break time
they’ll rock your ass to sleep in the daytime
f_ck n_ggas, they ain’t show love when it was daytime
you ain’t got nothin’, don’t worry ’bout how i make mine
treat my nephew like a prince, he feel like tay’shawn
i pulled my phone out, she gave me facetime
that boy faked the time, he sent like eight cons
when it became cool to do that snitchin’ sh_t?
he thinkin’ that we cool, i been done hit his b_tch
he split his wrist, she do what i say, i know she with this sh_ts
if the police hit the block, watch how i hit the fence
they can suck my d_ck, goin’ to jail dead (over with)
can’t get jammed up, too many in the feds
free pops, uburn, free cuz and my n_gga red
when you cop a lot, they bless you with an extra yeah
[chorus]
i threw another one, i’m like good lookin’ (i’m like good lookin’, huh?)
i’m close to the edge, don’t try to push me (don’t try no dumb sh_t)
don’t wanna talk it, management’ll book me (management, n_gga)
i took bro coupe down, they tryna cook it
feel like melo, wasn’t there for me when i put on that hoodie
my first time in the ‘vette, i did that b_tch, i ain’t no rookie
all that barkin’, don’t get bit by the bully
add me up, b_tch, my shoes and my pants a ‘bow of cookie (a ‘bow of cookie)

[outro]
i ain’t wanna talk calls management, n_gga
3137 [?] my ass f_ckin’ with ’em

- trl lyrics

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