Louie V Gutta - Super f**in Cool lyrics

[Intro:] Man, I'm so super f**in' cool New Louis belt with the new Louis shoes I only get one wear out 'em These n***as huffin' and puffin', man, let some air out 'em [Verse 1:] Yeah, you know how I be, fly jeans, somethin' to smoke She's your girlfriend to you, to me she somethin' to poke Ask about me in my city, boy, I'm someone to know You ain't never met a n***a this dope - call me h**n Doin' 80 through traffic and I'm a clairon Package of that Pakistanian and they hair long From h**n, I'm a give you something to dwell on Ain't talkin' 'bout no money, then n***a, get the Hell on Sittin' in this Phantom, the system labelled me felon Your girl in my whip and my dick is somethin' she fell on [Hook 1:] Oops - said I'm so super f**in' cool New Gucci belt with the new Gucci shoes I only get one wear out 'em These n***as huffin' and puffin', man, let some air out 'em [Verse 2:] SOHO choppin', hotels with models topless Menages, do the dirty work in my boxers She say that I remind her of a mobster I did it my way, I'm somethin' like Sinatra They eat each other and slurp it up like it's pasta [Hook 2:] Said I'm so super f**in' cool New Fendi belt with the new Fendi shoes I only get one wear out 'em You n***as huffin' and puffin', man, let some air out 'em [Verse 3:] Hand cuffin', tryna bust my groove Man, let that b**h choose Fail to realize the b**h you're tryna pursue I done f**ed her and her girlfriend too Was in the red 'Lam, the color hot sauce I had the top off, she had her top off To top it all off, I was gettin' topped off Presidential suites at the top floor You know you can't compete with the top dog The minute she f** you then her stocks fall [Verse 4:] Yeah, and I'm so super f**in' cool Louboutin sneaks, she got the Louboutin shoes Red diamonds on me like they Louboutin j**els Red beam on the bottom, that's a Louboutin tool I'm like a newer Tom Cruise Ridin' with Penelope, f** you n***as is telling me? Dippin' like blue cheese, countin' the celery And I can show you how to be a player, Bill Bellamy And I'm lookin' in they faces, I see jealousy Same n***as hatin' on me, they ain't had no bail for me When the crackers made Hell for me, hoes ain't sit on down on me But I came back and set my city on fire - soon as they settle, free Said that I would never be, I came home, I was sellin' D Bentley with the bu*ter seats, wings all on that letter B I pull up on my haters, rest in peace Talkin' dirty, n***a? Ready, which you'd better be 'Cause I'm so super f**in' cool I be gettin' paid just to wear my f**in' shoes Reebok or the Pumas, n***a, I can f**in' choose Gettin' paid for my swagger, I'm still winnin' if I lose [Hook 3:] Said I'm so super f**in' cool New Hermans belt with the Hermans shoes I only get one wear out 'em You n***as huffin' and puffin', man, let some air out 'em [Verse 4:] n***a, better believe it, we blowin' racks up in Niemans You see it - the bottom of a Louboutin bleedin' My license my pa**port 'cause my whip is a foreign My sneakers is Jordans, I'm makin' a fortune My jacket cost four grand, I'm tippin' the door man My speakers is goin' HAM, they eager to shake hands I hold it with both hands, when I squeeze it, it don't jam Said we gangsters, we don't dance I ain't holdin' these hoes' hands, I'm leavin' 'em no chance Thinkin' bout romance and I'm thinkin' bout goin' in [Outro:] 'Cause I'm so super f**in' cool Alexander McQueen belt, Alexander McQueen shoes I only get one wear out 'em You n***as huffin' and puffin', man, let some air out 'em