The Coldest
Damn i must admit that
I'm the coldest in this bitch
Man i'm so cold might
Change the temp
I got your bitch behind this tint
She doing tricks just for the kid
Bitch i'm going to score
Like michael vick
You called that play
Bro caught that pick
Bitch we on go not
Talking blitz nigga
Damn i must admit
That i'm the coldest in this bitch
Man i'm so cold might
Change the temp
I got your bitch behind this tint
She doing tricks just for the kid
Man i'm going to score
Like michael vick
You called that play
Bro caught that pick
Bitch we on go not
Talking blitz nigga
You know i'm in the
Cut i'm about to turn
The function up
I got a baddie thick as
Fuck she call me daddy
When we fuck
She want my new
Address to pull up man
She like really fuck this club
I got some gas man
Roll one up i need
A xanax where is the plug
Its man young crooks los
Up in this bitch i'm
With the bros we getting lit
Don't need patron
Don't sip that shit i
Got codeine up in my piss
We pour codeine up in the club we Need more lean up in this bitch
Please don't be tweaking for no sip I'll have you dreaming in this bitch
I told that bitch this night is young And this back wood is not done
She said cool lets have some fun i got That throat she got this tongue
From the back i made her cum Switch positions another one
Then i went back to the crib i hit the Booth and made this song nigga Damn
Damn i must admit that
I'm the coldest in this bitch
Man i'm so cold might
Change the temp
I got your bitch behind this tint
She doing tricks just for the kid
Bitch i'm going to score
Like michael vick
You called that play
Bro caught that pick
Bitch we on go not
Talking blitz nigga
Damn i must admit
That i'm the coldest in this bitch
Man i'm so cold might
Change the temp
I got your bitch behind this tint
She doing tricks just for the kid
Man i'm going to score
Like michael vick
You called that play
Bro caught that pick
Bitch we on go not
Talking blitz nigga
You know that i'm on go i'm on the Look out for the police
Them boys did not check me at the Door i hope you know i brought the Pole
Please don't make me let it blow Because bitch i'm cooling with the Folks
We with the baddest hoes you know We brought the loudest smoke for Sure
I'm rolling out the fucking oz two Xanax got me moving slow
My bro just came in with the drank He trying to pour me up a four
I say fuck it bro let score kill that cup Then sip some more
Off the shits i'm in my zone which One of y'all i'm taking home
Why you playing bitch we grown i Can do this all night long
Till the sun up going strong i made Her scream and scratch and moan
She like don't los oh no please go Hard as you can go
Beat that pussy made her tap out Yeah she showed me she a pro nigga Damn
Damn i must admit that
I'm the coldest in this bitch
Man i'm so cold might
Change the temp
I got your bitch behind this tint
She doing tricks just for the kid
Bitch i'm going to score
Like michael vick
You called that play
Bro caught that pick
Bitch we on go not
Talking blitz nigga
Damn i must admit
That i'm the coldest in this bitch
Man i'm so cold might
Change the temp
I got your bitch behind this tint
She doing tricks just for the kid
Man i'm going to score
Like michael vick
You called that play
Bro caught that pick
Bitch we on go not
Talking blitz nigga
I'm the coldest in this bitch
Man i'm so cold might
Change the temp
I got your bitch behind this tint
She doing tricks just for the kid
Bitch i'm going to score
Like michael vick
You called that play
Bro caught that pick
Bitch we on go not
Talking blitz nigga
Damn i must admit
That i'm the coldest in this bitch
Man i'm so cold might
Change the temp
I got your bitch behind this tint
She doing tricks just for the kid
Man i'm going to score
Like michael vick
You called that play
Bro caught that pick
Bitch we on go not
Talking blitz nigga
You know i'm in the
Cut i'm about to turn
The function up
I got a baddie thick as
Fuck she call me daddy
When we fuck
She want my new
Address to pull up man
She like really fuck this club
I got some gas man
Roll one up i need
A xanax where is the plug
Its man young crooks los
Up in this bitch i'm
With the bros we getting lit
Don't need patron
Don't sip that shit i
Got codeine up in my piss
We pour codeine up in the club we Need more lean up in this bitch
Please don't be tweaking for no sip I'll have you dreaming in this bitch
I told that bitch this night is young And this back wood is not done
She said cool lets have some fun i got That throat she got this tongue
From the back i made her cum Switch positions another one
Then i went back to the crib i hit the Booth and made this song nigga Damn
Damn i must admit that
I'm the coldest in this bitch
Man i'm so cold might
Change the temp
I got your bitch behind this tint
She doing tricks just for the kid
Bitch i'm going to score
Like michael vick
You called that play
Bro caught that pick
Bitch we on go not
Talking blitz nigga
Damn i must admit
That i'm the coldest in this bitch
Man i'm so cold might
Change the temp
I got your bitch behind this tint
She doing tricks just for the kid
Man i'm going to score
Like michael vick
You called that play
Bro caught that pick
Bitch we on go not
Talking blitz nigga
You know that i'm on go i'm on the Look out for the police
Them boys did not check me at the Door i hope you know i brought the Pole
Please don't make me let it blow Because bitch i'm cooling with the Folks
We with the baddest hoes you know We brought the loudest smoke for Sure
I'm rolling out the fucking oz two Xanax got me moving slow
My bro just came in with the drank He trying to pour me up a four
I say fuck it bro let score kill that cup Then sip some more
Off the shits i'm in my zone which One of y'all i'm taking home
Why you playing bitch we grown i Can do this all night long
Till the sun up going strong i made Her scream and scratch and moan
She like don't los oh no please go Hard as you can go
Beat that pussy made her tap out Yeah she showed me she a pro nigga Damn
Damn i must admit that
I'm the coldest in this bitch
Man i'm so cold might
Change the temp
I got your bitch behind this tint
She doing tricks just for the kid
Bitch i'm going to score
Like michael vick
You called that play
Bro caught that pick
Bitch we on go not
Talking blitz nigga
Damn i must admit
That i'm the coldest in this bitch
Man i'm so cold might
Change the temp
I got your bitch behind this tint
She doing tricks just for the kid
Man i'm going to score
Like michael vick
You called that play
Bro caught that pick
Bitch we on go not
Talking blitz nigga
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Writer(s): Carlos Carroll
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