Pressa - Cool, Calm & Collected lyrics

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Pressa - Cool, Calm & Collected lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee] Ooh Yeah, uh [Chorus: Swae Lee] Cool, calm and collected (Collected) Countin' up a check just to run through it (Run through it) Hatin' on another man, nah, we don't do that sh*t (Do that) Playin' my position, top one, fu*k a top ten (Ten) Pourin' up drank (Yeah), baby come take a sip (Sip) [Post-Chorus: Swae Lee] High speed in foreign cars, we playin' (Playin') Only thing I'm rollin' up is tank, tank (Gas tank) I'm tryna get rid of this taste (Taste) No trust, I know they two-faced [Verse 1: Swae Lee] A13 to the 305 in Miami Shawty gon' come out her panties (Panties) Good pipe gon' fu*k up her hairpiece (Hairpiece) Yeah, yeah, yeah Pass me that motherfu*kin' light, please (Light green) Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Park it up (Uh) First one, spark it up (Spark it up) [?] One more dollar bill, they gon' bust it Buns enough The hatin' you did, it wasn't enough ('Nough) fu*k that talkin' tough because that sh*t speaks for itself (Yeah) I could go to Toronto with Pressa (Yeah) My b*tch, she calm in a lecture (Lecture) We're slidin' around, presidential [Chorus: Swae Lee] Cool, calm and collected (Collected) Countin' up a check just to run through it (Run through it) Hatin' on another man, nah, we don't do that sh*t (Do that) Playin' my position, top one, fu*k a top ten (Ten) Pourin' up drank (Yeah), baby come take a sip (Sip) [Post-Chorus: Swae Lee] High speed in foreign cars, we playin' (Playin') Only thing I'm rollin' up is tank, tank (Gas tank) I'm tryna get rid of this taste (Taste) No trust, I know they two-faced [Verse 2: Pressa] Cool, calm and collected (Cool) Runnin' up a check, b*tch (Check) Bricks of that cocaine (Coke), heavily invested She fell in love with [?] and herbal essence Brand-new Glock put him nighty-night (Night) Ain't do no wrestlin' Audemar, it's a plain Jane (Plain), and it's a classic (Classic) Couldn't cross me 'cause Press Machine, he ain't Catholic Certify this trap sh*t (Trap) Trip to Miami (Trap) Bricks in the Camry Hunnid shots when I win my Grammy I'm in the club and I'm with Swae She asks me what my neck, I told her, "It's a hunnid K" I'm sellin' drugs, baby I've been workin' in the stu' like fu*k the club, baby (Club) I told her, "Fly and tell [?] that God gave me" (God) [Chorus: Swae Lee] Cool, calm and collected (Collected) Countin' up a check just to run through it (Run through it) Hatin' on another man, nah, we don't do that sh*t (Do that) Playin' my position, top one, fu*k a top ten (Ten) Pourin' up drank (Yeah), baby come take a sip (Sip) [Post-Chorus: Swae Lee] High speed in foreign cars, we playin' (Playin') Only thing I'm rollin' up is tank, tank (Gas tank) I'm tryna get rid of this taste (Taste) No trust, I know they two-faced [Outro: Pressa] I'm in the club and I'm with Swae She asks me what my neck, I told her, "It's a hunnid K"