Cold Summa (feat. Thekevooo)

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Her heart is cold it's not even summer
It's not even summer
It's not even summer
It's not even summer

If I f*ck you bitch
I guarantee I f*ck her hard
In a room sponsored by your master card
She passes me the ass
I'm a shooting guard
Nice handle nothing you can guard
Three-point score yeah, mi Amor
She went up with me Simon and Theodore
Look at her credit score
Why would I died her for
Give her the dinosaur dick
She was mega soar
I got your mother's phone number
In my phone nigga
It's New York new nas and old Jigga
It's kevo the pussy getter
We just took your little nigga
To the babysitter
She wants me to hit it raw and have a baby with her
The wet wap 3 lazy nigga
Drive her crazy my waves wavy 380
She going crazy for the baby gravy
I'm contemplating about that baby Maybe
The account said I gotta think about the vacation
380, so the bitch try to play me
Call galaxy he said LA shit is crazy

Her heart is cold it's getting better
It's getting better, no
It's getting better, no
It's getting better, no

Her heart is cold it's getting better
It's getting better, no
It's getting better, no
It's getting better, huh

Her heart is cold it's getting better
It's getting better, no
It's getting better, no
It's getting better

Switching whips like I switch my cap
Got shawty she on my umm
Shawty know me, I got that money
I got that cheese, I got that cash

Niggas know i'm switching lines
Yeah you know I be on the westside
Yeah, damn, yeah, yeah
Look at my chain, Look at my watch
F*ck your bitch, I'm switching lines
I'm getting cash, I'm getting cash

And call them bitches
They coming fast
I denting dishes, I the hood
I getting cash, they know my name
They call me kevooo
I add that extra o o
They call me Kev ow ow
Cause everything I do it's like vodo
Looking at you and you too
That's a freestyle of my mental
I gotta bring it back
Cause I write better with the pencil
And If yall niggas see me next week
You bring out the stencils
You try to copy me and copy b
And I'm off respect
You f*ck, Protect your neck
I can protect your check
That's a fake Patek, ouch
You have a rash on your neck
I pull out the gun, men, and flash at your set
I blast on your dexs, I'm from L.E with the
Come on bro
We probably not gonna do adlibs on
This part shit is crazy, huh

She ran with the wrong nigga all summer
With a broking lock that only bleeds phone numbers

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