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    Cool Breeze / Lyrics

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    "Butta" Lyrics

    Cool Breeze

    [Chorus 2x]
    I had the strangest dream
    I was in this place called butta
    You wouldn't believe what I seen
    Ooh you got that butta

    My name Cool Breeze I got that country crock
    All the girls on the block they call me chop chop chop
    I cuts em up baby and my cuts be very precise
    And uh right before they melt i put em back in ice
    And every now and then I take em out for a test
    Then it's back to the cooler to make sure they stay fresh

    They always scream my name at my heavyweight bout
    I like grits, girls raised in the South
    Hanging out for a night and she'll never forget
    How I showed her respect and I'm a East Point vet
    She stay on Old Nat'l, she wants to see me today
    And when she see me tonight she gon be college parkay

    [Chorus 2x]

    OK, first let me tell you how I tell how I tell
    When i first walk in the room I check for the smell
    And if it's on and popping I won't be saying nothing
    We can begin on the sofa where the parts jumping
    I know she telling all her friends about this butta she get
    And tonight she gon submit to the greatest hit
    Now we done done a lot of talking and enough has been said
    Girl get up on this toast and let me see how you spread
    I said paper, scissors, young cool cutter

    Toss em up in the air and cut em up like butter
    She said she never heard of nothing like that in her whole life
    That's when I pulled off my shirt and then I took out my knofe

    [Chorus 2x]

    Take you to get yo nails done, play that song "The Player's Ball"
    Run you over Kiesha house, drop you off by Greenbrown Mall
    It don't matter how long you try to keep me out
    I'm a still chop and dice you up like we were at the Waffle House
    Girls always asking me like what do I mean
    When I say butter berry cream when I'm floating downstream
    See this type of butter ain't like Land-O-Lakes
    it's just moist in the middle like some hot pancakes
    When I go over her house she always sitting alone
    And be playing my songs, I mean like all night long
    If i, Cool Cutter, gave one reply
    When I wake up in the morning, my cholestorol high

    [Chorus 4x]
    This song was submitted on November 15th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Braymond Murra, Frederick Bell, Patrick Brown, Rico Wade.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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