Cold Summer

What you doing bro
You know it's summertime and they're doing nigggas cold
Nigga I advise you you better grab that fucken Pole
You'd be doing yourself a favor if you didn't open up that door
This shit got me so paranoid the pole go where I go
Nigga don't be texting them hoes and I swear that a hoe bet not show
Please don't be testing my intelligence and don't try to push me
Niggas Ain't getting killed off of bullets niggas getting killed off of pussy
Riding shotgun in the whip seat laid back and I'm sweating
Bitch get off my lap don't you feel this weapon
Amazing Grace
I ain't trying to hear that can't you see that the young nigga steady stressing
And I come from a place where you see a lot of hoes on Backpage
Niggas will kill you before you die from AIDS
Bitches taking selfies with real niggas in the rear
Bitch don't Point your camera at me while you here
I don't trust the dirty slutt thot Bitches I can't stand them
These bitches will set your ass up without a manual
I can't shed the light on No Hoe because they blew it candle
Posted up and flip flops with the chop I'm a comfortable Rambo



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Writer(s): Jimmy Irvin
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