Представляем точный текст композиции "Butta" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Cool Breeze . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Butta» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Cool Breeze передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Cool Breeze - "Butta"
Lyrics to Butta : [Chorus x2] I had the strangest dream I was in this place called butta You wouldnt 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 its 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 shell never forget How I showed her respect and Im a East Point vet She stay on Old Natl, she wants to see me today And when she see me tonight she gon be college parkay [Chorus x2] 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 its on and popping I wont 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 Thats when I pulled off my shirt and then I took out my knofe [Chorus x2] Take you to get yo nails done, play that song "The Players Ball" Run you over Kiesha house, drop you off by Greenbrown Mall It dont matter how long you try to keep me out Im 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 Im floating downstream See this type of butter aint like Land-O-Lakes its 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 x4] [ Butta Lyrics ]
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