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Cownerphit - Soda Colder Lyrics



Cownerphit - Soda Colder Lyrics
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I like my soda colder
Whiskey on the rocks
All my girls slightly older
Ice for the pops, hit me up for some locks
Never been down, Cause I'm always up in Stocks
I like my soda colder
Whiskey on the rocks
All my girls slightly older
Ice for the pops, hit me up for some locks
Never been down, cause I'm always up in Stocks
Monument to my success
Cause round the clock I speak and smoke the best
Independent instrumentals, still from my bedroom
Gonna have a speaker inside my tomb
My baby's gonna have headphones coming out of the womb
I sweat my ass off every month of June
Son got ya bouncing like when we reached the moon, shit
If I need cheddar we can go soon
Listen to my shit twice, I got pretty good advice
Understand I master plan
When I cook it's Master Chef
Record another Masterpiece
Unless I go tone deaf
Can't be many bastards left, because they all right behind me
Turn my back to the crowd, before I leap blindly
Don't toss me on the ice, I'm Sidney Crosby
What if I spit so cold the glass gets frosty
All my food come fast, or from a truck
Music make me do shit with no f*cks
Given that I can make a buck and then
Takin' my girl to sit down, Keep a napkin tucked
Chinese food, f*ck a dynasty I'm eating duck
Good fortune maybe luck
The bathroom door stuck closed
At home I got no time for those, so girls gotta walk in naked
I'm baked making eggs and bacon
I like my soda colder
Whiskey on the rocks
All my girls slightly older
Ice for the pops, hit me up for some locks
Never been down, Cause I'm always up in Stocks
Never never been down cause i'm always up in stocks
Cheefing and rippin on the bong, take a hit than we all can get along
Wasting, always chasing the time
But it's a waste, so I waste away my mind
Just give me a sign, I know you're out there now
Just tell me I'm fine, I know you're looking down
Shit, you probably say
Son, don't lose hope
Take your time, be patient
And just don't lose hope
Okay, I won't
Can you show me the way
I feel I need some guidance
Trynna to see the brighter days
These songs are like time capsules
Making hits, but don't show it
Drop it underground, it'll pop, boy I know it
Plant the seeds, if you don't water, never grow it
The Phit's 2 sick
Going viral, like COVID
Waste time wisely, what even is this world
Flip the samples nicely, Got hope for the Son, orchestrated precisely
If you got a problem, then shut up and sit tightly
I'm the motha f*ckin' Peacekeeper
When I'm angry, choosing Peace
But if you make me 2 mad
Best believe I'm choosing peace
Never walk out, without my peace in my piece
Last resort, hitting with the two piece
Cheifin', and Rippin' on the Bong
Take a hit, and then we all can get along
Take another puff, and listen to our song
We smoking all night, like Cheech and Chong
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I like my soda colder
Whiskey on the rocks
All my girls slightly older
Ice for the pops, hit me up for some locks
Never been down, Cause I'm always up in Stocks
I like my soda colder
Whiskey on the rocks
All my girls slightly older
Ice for the pops, hit me up for some locks
Never been down, cause I'm always up in Stocks
Monument to my success
Cause round the clock I speak and smoke the best
Independent instrumentals, still from my bedroom
Gonna have a speaker inside my tomb
My baby's gonna have headphones coming out of the womb
I sweat my ass off every month of June
Son got ya bouncing like when we reached the moon, shit
If I need cheddar we can go soon
Listen to my shit twice, I got pretty good advice
Understand I master plan
When I cook it's Master Chef
Record another Masterpiece
Unless I go tone deaf
Can't be many bastards left, because they all right behind me
Turn my back to the crowd, before I leap blindly
Don't toss me on the ice, I'm Sidney Crosby
What if I spit so cold the glass gets frosty
All my food come fast, or from a truck
Music make me do shit with no f*cks
Given that I can make a buck and then
Takin' my girl to sit down, Keep a napkin tucked
Chinese food, f*ck a dynasty I'm eating duck
Good fortune maybe luck
The bathroom door stuck closed
At home I got no time for those, so girls gotta walk in naked
I'm baked making eggs and bacon
I like my soda colder
Whiskey on the rocks
All my girls slightly older
Ice for the pops, hit me up for some locks
Never been down, Cause I'm always up in Stocks
Never never been down cause i'm always up in stocks
Cheefing and rippin on the bong, take a hit than we all can get along
Wasting, always chasing the time
But it's a waste, so I waste away my mind
Just give me a sign, I know you're out there now
Just tell me I'm fine, I know you're looking down
Shit, you probably say
Son, don't lose hope
Take your time, be patient
And just don't lose hope
Okay, I won't
Can you show me the way
I feel I need some guidance
Trynna to see the brighter days
These songs are like time capsules
Making hits, but don't show it
Drop it underground, it'll pop, boy I know it
Plant the seeds, if you don't water, never grow it
The Phit's 2 sick
Going viral, like COVID
Waste time wisely, what even is this world
Flip the samples nicely, Got hope for the Son, orchestrated precisely
If you got a problem, then shut up and sit tightly
I'm the motha f*ckin' Peacekeeper
When I'm angry, choosing Peace
But if you make me 2 mad
Best believe I'm choosing peace
Never walk out, without my peace in my piece
Last resort, hitting with the two piece
Cheifin', and Rippin' on the Bong
Take a hit, and then we all can get along
Take another puff, and listen to our song
We smoking all night, like Cheech and Chong
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Writer: Joel Bouska, Connor Walsh, Son Hendrix
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Cownerphit
Language: English
Length: 3:21
Written by: Joel Bouska, Connor Walsh, Son Hendrix

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