Lyrics:
me so cold
When I touch yo face
I touch yo soul
on
Full out my bitches with your fucked up attitude
Nappy-head hoes, worse than bitch niggas
I treat 'em all the same, bitch check yo' game!
When y'all
Justin Timberlake is just a new form of Michael
It's cold inspiration, that's the way it be
Without a Jay Z's are probably wouldn't be no Peas
So
to yo noggin'
Leave you cold as Haagen Dazs and still we mobbin'
Still We Mobbin'
Yeah
Still We Mobbin'
Yeah
Clutchin' duckets, proper paper
when you flexing yo thangs,
Now it feel like you got hit by a train,
You should have been listen for the Code to the Lane. (Dang)
HOOK:
Im some like
life back
I had took a good look at the game & n****s so plain (plane), I wouldn’t even hijack
Fxck around & pop up on yo iMac/ prollly sippin DONATO
(and)
I keep peepin' yo' game, you don't be creepin' the same
You smooth, you don't even move like them other dames
They out your reach as you be
Snoop Dogg, you know you gotta get wit
the game that I spit, the way that I rip
Let's, go and do, this
Ride, ride, slip and slide
I'm comin' by, let
me
But while I live just go to church for me
Nigga get yo hands high
Said Get your muthafuckin hands high
You see we winning by a landslide
Got bad
days gone be so cold
Leave yo body froze
Got paranoia can't even walk in the store
Got to grab a pole
So why you tripping off his hustle man that's just
The butcher comin', nigga (yo, uh, come on)
You know how I rock, six figures off ZaZa (uh-huh)
Come and spend at my shop (uh-huh), I turn your hood
yo bubble burst you gon be hella chokin
Why am I cold in Judgment
Because I'm hella broken
Picking up my pieces
So I could set you apart
Respect on my
The game done got cold man
And I ain't talking Gary's name
I'm a H.U.S.T.L.A
I'm on the grind, on the regular
I hustle hard whether I'm in the Yo
Or up in
out
Getting sucked up by a nice hoe
Knock down hoes
Then leave 'em, bitch I'm ice cold
My neck looking like a freezer
My ex, she was just
Sometimes I feel like sliding
Sometimes I feel like fuck it
I really don't know bro
What would you do?
If yo money was low and you didn't have no help Nigga
can see
(Yeah)
I mean it’s wild I would rather be in your company
(In ya company)
And after that I would rather be in yo custody
(In ya)
All we need
to cold-crushed tapes to get sold
I set my demo in a silvia-treated me cold
Time flew cause I was gettin' my shit off
Sixteen-now it's about the time to set my
yo' bad self
Alright
I've come to know the cold
I think of it as home
When there ain't enough of me
To go around
I'd rather be left alone
But if I call
when I don’t win
So I can’t play games with a cheater yea
Baby cold yea anemic
Double cup yuh
Fill it up with mud yuh
Gave u a lil love and you took off
a nuisance
Fame just an illusion
Created by those losin
Let's just face it ya I'm amusing
An The game stay polluted
With lames full of excuses
Ima chase my
Cold nights and
Rainy days
Cold nights and rainy days
I wanna call you
But it's not the same
I wish you never ever
Parted ways
Now all I'm left with
cha go broke? Stoned? Cold bones? IDK!
You can tell it to the mountain while you smile at rows!
Yo my words get mixed up but I'm not gonna fix 'em
I'm
hands up (maybe it's the thug in me)
By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood, never be the same
Don't play bout da fam
And Don't play bout dem racks
Yo bitch can get trained
I stay by the tracks
She got good brain
I'm pullin out her tracks
Yeah
I be
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