Lyrics:
D DOT cold then a motherfucker
Need a heater in this bitch while I rap
Cause I'm cold then a motherfucker
I got her sprung off one night cause I'm
front grill in her mouth
Thugn it out. Laced blunt trippin er out
Blade in er mouth 40 on er whippin it out
If you got some shit to say about er sniffing
and rappin' and rhymin', ballin' and wellin' and timin'
[Chorus]
Boy you the opposite of cold!
Your lyrics stick out, like a turd in a punchbowl
You
niggas
Yeah, uh
I been working the road baby
I just really, I ain't been home baby
I think I'm way too cold to be out here letting them fuck with my soul
the daylight, no
It's just in the daylight, no
I am a mirror
I am a broken screen
I'm a mad routine
That's just patterned out
And I'm over it
It's cold
The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
)
If by chance we meet again
If by chance we meet again
Oh and if by chance I talk to you
I wonder if the words would come out right
If by chance I
safe out here word to propaine its a cold game keep a button up for the cold play I’m a hot flame no out about it keep a matchstick you will eva neva
Spittin' bars 'bout cold pizza yea one last time
This is the last time I swear, one more time and it's a crime
Take the pizza out the box, the dough
The pain is gone!
Nah that bitch never leave
Got me waking up in cold sweats
Yo I never sleep
Properly, I'm no Socrates but
My philosophy is
She
from the store just to get warm again
Steppin' in the snow just get some shit off
I'm startin' to think maybe these crack heads don't ever get cold
Some
the worst,
Emptied out by a single word
There is a hollow in me now
So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm
out of character?
Now I fade in and out again
Fade in and out again
Down in the flames I spin
Now I fade in and out again
Fade in and out again
I
then, by her yellow hair,
He'd make her weep and call him dear.
He's taken her in his two dark arms,
And laid her on the cold stone floor.
And when he set
came to see you spit your game, oh-oh
But it shouldn't be difficult to explain
Just why you came back again, you hate the fame
Love the game, cold
I remember trappin' out the bando, eatin' cold pizza with the socks and the sandals
You used to be my lover, now you just a fuckin' rando
Gave you
puffing on the 40
Or the O-Z, muthafuck me
Fuck Stuart Frankie, they call me
Jelly jello boy 'cause my nutsac jiggles
And when it's cold out, my nutsac
clips again
Stack them chips again
Brick done flipped again, so I switched whips again
I put her in that Benz
I put her in that Benz
Shawty say like
a kid. We livin dangerous
The runnin from the law. This shit is raw. It ain't a thang to us
Up in the trap house sittin with the strap out
Bullets comin
It's always something
Or it ain't nothing at all
It's feast or famine
Too hot or out in the cold
So here we stand
Alone together
Our backs
autobahn inertia dance
And curb them herped love bugs by the cursed final curtain clamp
Another savior with his foot cold stuck in his mouth
I play that
buy
They walk on by while I'm
Cooler than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell there he go again
Talking that shit that leave a sucka nigga
Going home
they were before
Bars on the window of the hardware store
Saw Frankie clock out at the five and dime
His eyes lit up but I just walked on by
Through
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