Kid Cudi - Tim Westwood Freestyle lyrics

I keep it cool, baby Kid Cudi, riding the cuddy As by the girls yeah they on scream love me Double oh represent it til I'm finished Ask bout GOOD Music and the music Do it all day for my people all day and we use it Hey, put your hands up to the ceiling Scream loud homeboy if ya get the feeling Hey, and the girl looking at me Don't be mad but she can roll with me In the Lexus, we gone go and do it in the next it Generation x's love first s**est Hey, and get it pa**, red shoes on my feet Louis Vuitton you getting that pa** Talking wreckless, homeboy feeling it blank kiss my ____ We gone get that bag, oh true when we rock that, man Came in thee game leather on tight I'm, tight And my ?? smooth like leather ayyy My pimp game tight like my jeans Come through my diamond piece chain shine like rain And it glistenin' uhh, keep rollin and yeah listen I let roll to thee intermission, get back on that mission Something like Ethan Hunt Mission Impossible Got people rollin through when we rocking though Can't stop it though Let the ba** kick in, right back and I get in And I smoke that kush that'd get me thinkin Maybe very big and I'm eating Hey, you know about that, rude like that I'm rockin my pastel I roll to London hit up it Dizzee Rascal We popping bottles and models Moving, full throttle, y'all know it, everyday I ain't joking Poker face, girl don't wanna talk she wanna taste Let her know it's cool we won't catch case And thy know it's all good like that put your hands together Smooth young brother from the double oh-oh-oh From thee double oh-oh-oh Hey hey from the double oh-oh-oh From thee double oh hey hey Freestyle off thee dome ... that was easy Yeah, where y'all at London? Yeah extra good now Step in, yeah thy know how Kid Cudi do Never really care about a hater homie what it do, yeah Dim tha lights get it in pimp tight Doing what I do I lace up my own Nikes Grab my Bape thy can't even cop If thy go to Japan homebody I think nay I'm in first cla** I got a bad model girl with a fine a** When gonna get it popping like pills, shroom to thee caps Roll through Indian fitted is on thee yap, yeah Talk wreckless to known boys getting money Young boy back and rocking in thee sunny Yeah, I got my shades on in thee night Even in thee day talk down thy can get it right Yeah, middle finger to thee clouds Kid Cudi holding it from here on down Yeah, yeah my leather so soft I'mma skinny mother ahhh but I'll still be a boss Yeah, them haters get tossed Thy can ask my security homeboy we are next to ya Ugh, we throw bows on ya chin bone Knock knock get a knuckle sandwich to ya nose Hey, and ya girl so she can come home Let her rome like cellular phone, hmmm Yeah, I got Wi-Fi skeet, come up in thee room get Wi-Fi heat Talk down baby thy don't know about me I'mma freaky freaky deaky homeboy up in thee sheets R.I.P. baby girl pooo nahhh She know how we roll through man I'm thee man Shook her hand please fall back man Young Yohan young young Yoda I'm smoking on that ***** that'll **** get me on thee level Tapp dancing on thee clouds GOOD Music screaming loud GOOD Muisc screaming loud, ughhh ...it's easy we just warming up I'm thee hottest over here at good Now we thee hottest over here at good Yeah thy know me, they phony Ugh, ugh bologna Concoction roll back and I'm sipping on Ciroc And thy know me I roll with Jay like thee Roc Thy knowing how move thee homeboys they on thee block We get em off thee block to come and stack some knotts And then we get good and we watch for cops Cuz I'm trying to get money nay trying to get knocked So thy know how I be if I go to jail Emile and Kaslo posting my bail And then I come back like what thee hell Double E F, homeboy come through and I be like thee best And thy can Twit that and thy can holla back Young boy is thee number one even when I rap Or even when I sing woahh woahhh Even when I sing woahh woahhh I switch it up whenever I feel Young boy he get it poppin just like he's so ill I'm sick or something Stop coming and give me a bate for something Give me something to fix me up because I'm dum dumbing Yeah yeah they ask bout me Cleveland city to thee west side Even though I'm down UK holla at me Any given Sunday praise that boy Holla at me in thee street oh my Lord When he come through why he so cool When he on thee TV celebrity status Rolling with thee model girl celebrity baddest I'm up in thee game like oooh Catch me on Perez, I be doing my own thing Poppin them tags I'm tryna get on my dreams Anybody trying to hate they can get it fosheez My team we bury motherf**ers six deep, ughh And I'm thee Hottest over here at GOOD And we thee hottest over here at GOOD And we thee hottest over here at GOOD Homeboy we good homeboy we good