It Gets Cold
Yeah
Ahh
It's Treh LaMonte
Uh Huh
Yeah
Yea
It Gets Cold
In the winter
Who would figure
Paper cuts and fingered notes up on my fingers
My London niggas got them dots so fuck ya feelings
(That's how we feeling)
It Gets Cold
In the winter
Who would figure
Paper cuts and fingered notes up on my fingers
My London niggas got them dots so fuck ya feelings
(That's how we feeling)
Push push push that whip 'till the gas on E
Yea my Queen on fleek
She don't ever do no beg no plead
She get everything she need
Swear I never use to be no P
But I use to go O.T.
Go Qc
Finess one time now I got a milli on me
Sent a one, two text
And she left a nigga on read
When I got a text back
'Ready know I had to let it breath
Focused on my energy never enemies
This should be so plain to see
It Gets Cold
In the winter
Who would figure
Paper cuts and fingered notes up on my fingers
My London niggas got them dots so fuck ya feelings
(That's how we feeling)
It Gets Cold
In the winter
Who would figure
Paper cuts and fingered notes up on my fingers
My London niggas got them dots so fuck ya feelings
(That's how we feeling)
It Gets Cold
In the winter
Who would figure
Paper cuts and fingered notes up on my fingers
My London niggas got them dots so fuck ya feelings
(That's how we feeling)
Ahh
It's Treh LaMonte
Uh Huh
Yeah
Yea
It Gets Cold
In the winter
Who would figure
Paper cuts and fingered notes up on my fingers
My London niggas got them dots so fuck ya feelings
(That's how we feeling)
It Gets Cold
In the winter
Who would figure
Paper cuts and fingered notes up on my fingers
My London niggas got them dots so fuck ya feelings
(That's how we feeling)
Push push push that whip 'till the gas on E
Yea my Queen on fleek
She don't ever do no beg no plead
She get everything she need
Swear I never use to be no P
But I use to go O.T.
Go Qc
Finess one time now I got a milli on me
Sent a one, two text
And she left a nigga on read
When I got a text back
'Ready know I had to let it breath
Focused on my energy never enemies
This should be so plain to see
It Gets Cold
In the winter
Who would figure
Paper cuts and fingered notes up on my fingers
My London niggas got them dots so fuck ya feelings
(That's how we feeling)
It Gets Cold
In the winter
Who would figure
Paper cuts and fingered notes up on my fingers
My London niggas got them dots so fuck ya feelings
(That's how we feeling)
It Gets Cold
In the winter
Who would figure
Paper cuts and fingered notes up on my fingers
My London niggas got them dots so fuck ya feelings
(That's how we feeling)
Credits
Writer(s): Treh Lamonte
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