Cold Eyes
Swear t- swear t-
Swear to God tell me what you know, ah
You just wanna make me feel real low, ah
Cannot come this way, not no more, ah
Shawty is a demon and she know, ah
Tryna get to heaven but you stole my
Tore my fucking soul then you left, ah
Never wanna love again, oh ah
I was down then you left me on my own, ah
I was tryna get you eyes off my soul, ah
Baby I don't wanna have to let this go, ah
And she love it when I pull up with the z, ah
I don't love it but I know I want the heat, ah
Baby I don't really love you, can you see ah
But she love it when I make her ass that green, ah
She don't wanna stop talkin' bout them fees, ah
Baby shut up and teach me bout them bees, ah
Oh ah, oh ah, oh ah, cold eyes
Oh ah, oh ah, oh ah cold eyes
Pull up with my niggas smoking weight
Shawty wanna give me all that face
Fucking with my niggas you get slain
Talk up out your ways, you gon pay
Pull up on niggas I hate
Shawty wanna fuck on my face
You cannot keep at this pace
I cannot wait for my fate
Show up, my niggas so damn clean wit that
I mean I shoulda just went and been around for that
I mean I shoulda just went and bought a round of that
I got my niggas and they on that ground attack
They on that ground attack, yea
Swear to God tell me what you know, ah
You just wanna make me feel real low, ah
Cannot come this way, not no more, ah
Shawty is a demon and she know, ah
Tryna get to heaven but you stole my
Tore my fucking soul then you left, ah
Never wanna love again, oh ah
I was down then you left me on my own, ah
I was tryna get you eyes off my soul, ah
Baby I don't wanna have to let this go, ah
And she love it when I pull up with the z, ah
I don't love it but I know I want the heat, ah
Baby I don't really love you, can you see ah
But she love it when I make her ass that green, ah
She don't wanna stop talkin' bout them fees, ah
Baby shut up and teach me bout them bees, ah
Oh ah, oh ah, oh ah, cold eyes
Oh ah, oh ah, oh ah cold eyes
Pull up with my niggas smoking weight
Shawty wanna give me all that face
Fucking with my niggas you get slain
Talk up out your ways, you gon pay
Pull up on niggas I hate
Shawty wanna fuck on my face
You cannot keep at this pace
I cannot wait for my fate
Show up, my niggas so damn clean wit that
I mean I shoulda just went and been around for that
I mean I shoulda just went and bought a round of that
I got my niggas and they on that ground attack
They on that ground attack, yea
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Writer(s): Justin Brooks
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