Cool, Norm Lyrics

I got Fluid all in my stomach

Durban all in my lungs

Vintage lenses and britches

Provisions on all my guns

Kick it down to specifics

I ain't got time to run

Really it's not for Insta

Bestie bitches are fun

I got a Text thread full of mad bitches

Snapchat full of bad bitches

Facebook full of wish I had bitches I done crashed bitches

Twitter full of rat bitches Pretty but ain't last bitches

Insta full of fast bitches eat the dick and dash bitches

Sparklers get you noticed more

Liquor row your boat ashore

Unimpressed been shown before

Once it's popped you throw the cork

Oh no mamas no record

Thick as fuck I know she snores

In between we shoot it out

Sync the timing movement down

I can change the mood score

Hoes lapped up its two doors

Got the dick that Monica said that she would bring the moon for

No such thing as new whores

Spa day facial new pores

Lawanda she do more

I turned weird to cool norm

Infrared my lighty light

Cracked her twice then nighty night

Taste good like a mighty bite

You a tike a mighty mite

Powerline We eye to eye

Wavy caps brought life tonight

Driving west to chase the light

Mood frayed but still save the life

Name on it lil penmanship

90 days till benefits

Aniston she's into it

Post it with no censorship

Oh no mamas no record

DND they all ignored

In between we shoot it out

Sync the timing movements down