Pressa - Cool, Calm & Collected (Lyrics)) ft. Swae Lee

♫ Pressa - Cool, Calm & Collected ft. Swae Lee

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◼️Lyrics: Pressa - Cool, Calm & Collected ft. Swae Lee

[Intro: Swae Lee]
Ooh
Yeah, uh

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Cool, calm and collected (Collected)
Countin’ up a check just to run through it (Run through it)
Hatin’ on another man, nah, we don’t do that shit (Do that)
Playin’ my position, top one, fuck a top ten (Ten)
Pourin’ up drank (Yeah), baby come take a sip (Sip)

[Post-Chorus: Swae Lee]
High speed in foreign cars, we playin’ (Playin’)
Only thing I’m rollin’ up is tank, tank (Gas tank)
I’m tryna get rid of this taste (Taste)
No trust, I know they two-faced

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
A13 to the 305 in Miami
Shawty gon’ come out her panties (Panties)
Good pipe gon’ fuck up her hairpiece (Hairpiece)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pass me that motherfuckin’ light, please (Light green)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Park it up (Uh)
First one, spark it up (Spark it up)
[?]
One more dollar bill, they gon’ bust it
Buns enough
The hatin’ you did, it wasn’t enough (‘Nough)
Fuck that talkin’ tough because that shit speaks for itself (Yeah)
I could go to Toronto with Pressa (Yeah)
My bitch, she calm in a lecture (Lecture)
We’re slidin’ around, presidential

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Cool, calm and collected (Collected)
Countin’ up a check just to run through it (Run through it)
Hatin’ on another man, nah, we don’t do that shit (Do that)
Playin’ my position, top one, fuck a top ten (Ten)
Pourin’ up drank (Yeah), baby come take a sip (Sip)

[Post-Chorus: Swae Lee]
High speed in foreign cars, we playin’ (Playin’)
Only thing I’m rollin’ up is tank, tank (Gas tank)
I’m tryna get rid of this taste (Taste)
No trust, I know they two-faced

[Verse 2: Pressa]
Cool, calm and collected (Cool)
Runnin’ up a check, bitch (Check)
Bricks of that cocaine (Coke), heavily invested
She fell in love with [?] and herbal essence
Brand-new Glock put him nighty-night (Night)
Ain’t do no wrestlin’
Audemar, it’s a plain Jane (Plain), and it’s a classic (Classic)
Couldn’t cross me ’cause Press Machine, he ain’t Catholic
Certify this trap shit (Trap)
Trip to Miami (Trap)
Bricks in the Camry
Hunnid shots when I win my Grammy
I’m in the club and I’m with Swae
She asks me what my neck, I told her, “It’s a hunnid K”
I’m sellin’ drugs, baby
I’ve been workin’ in the stu’ like fuck the club, baby (Club)
I told her, “Fly and tell [?] that God gave me” (God)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Cool, calm and collected (Collected)
Countin’ up a check just to run through it (Run through it)
Hatin’ on another man, nah, we don’t do that shit (Do that)
Playin’ my position, top one, fuck a top ten (Ten)
Pourin’ up drank (Yeah), baby come take a sip (Sip)

[Post-Chorus: Swae Lee]
High speed in foreign cars, we playin’ (Playin’)
Only thing I’m rollin’ up is tank, tank (Gas tank)
I’m tryna get rid of this taste (Taste)
No trust, I know they two-faced

[Outro: Pressa]
I’m in the club and I’m with Swae
She asks me what my neck, I told her, “It’s a hunnid K”