Cool Mode - How Your Feel lyrics

[Intro] Lift off Cool Mode! Yo danimal, how you feel? HEY MAN! [Hook: Danimals] Cause I feel so Johnsoned! How you feel? Johnsoned! Its so constant Calvin you high, and you trying to Johnson! Wanna roll? awesome Well Lets go Johnson Put your blunts in the sky! [Verse 1: Danimals] Hey its Danimal, the number one chief rocker b**hes say my sweaty balls taste like peach cobbler Not afraid to eat some a** if its looking tasty On the weekend I stay bagging hoes and punting lots of babies Danimal the name, feel free to wear it out Her coochie started dangling, I had to tear it out The beats, I tear them up Your girls hairy as f** Hit my cell if your trying to johnson it up! Ask me how I feel, b**h I'm johnsoned as f** You know that I be getting trippy when you see the double cup Yeah my raps are awesome, shout out to XV Too much work, can't jerk it till next week That homeless girl is s**y I f**ed her into next week Then punched her in the mouth And stole her only Nestle Plus I don't even like chocolate If I was an airplane, shed be s**ing on my co*kpit [Verse 2: J-Banana] f**ing all these hoes, cause I just made a milly f**ing all these hoes and their dads want to k** me My flow is so cold that its getting kind of chilly Getting kind of bored so I'm playing with my willy No I'm not high, I have pink eye! When I get blazed though, I have chink eyes Sorry for the racial slur She told me that she loved me I told her she could s** me I got irish in me so I'm getting lucky [Verse 3: B.I.G Koala] B.I.G Koala b**h, Yeah thats me f**ing all these hoes while I'm blowing on this tree Don't talk to women unless their chilling on their knees I make your b**h so wet that it looked like she peed Cool Mode Kids, Yeah we rap So many b**hes, all on our sacks Boolay Foolay, we lay hot tracks And on this track, I run lots of laps And after the laps, ill take a long nap I feel so Johnsoned, chilling in a tree Eucalyptus leaves, are my favorite thing BKB is a rapping fiend One second left and were in the lead! [Hook] [Verse 4: The Dentist] No idea where my phone is, so I got missed calls Dropping tracks like Niagara Falls I be hanging out in the streets by the wall 99% of girls occupying my balls She dropped it low like my credit score Spent all my dough on coke and who*es 3 girls and me, only f** in fours You fist pumped to my music, Jersey Shore Im tea bagging hoes while you sleep and snore Im a rapping genius, on rap genius Ladies want to rub my penis Cool Mode founder and CEO Im president like Obama... ho [Verse 5: Young 20 Piece McNugget] How you feel? Gucci Smoking on a tunchi Your girl f**s me good like she wants to recruit me Got her really high, then I bring her down White sh** on her face got her looking like a clown Then I recover and tell her that I'm ready now She's so sore that she f**ing hates me But I still make the bed, rock like its Haiti Heart racing like a heart attack If I could arrest, my swag could be a cardiac Just like this track b**h with them racks ? Black Jets always pack Snap always black Piff on the blast Always on the wildest Always acting childish f**ed like I'm ? Always on a new ho k** a new beat Make a new ringtone Im not a rapper, im a poet COOL MODE YUHHHH