COLD AF

You don't know
You don't know, you don't know
Put money on it, hoes on it
Shows on, hoes comin
See me, hoes runnin
Snow comin, cold hunnits
Fiftys pink, put my soul on it
And this beat, I'm so cold on it
She sold on it, she so funny
Talkin slow, might put the hold on it

Thumbin through this money, I don't see no ones
Two cellphones, tell me what you want
Every one I meet, wanna take my clothes off
Nigga if you ain't eatin, look in the mirror, it's yo fault
It's in auto pilot, might as well just be walkin
Essentials in my coat, essentials in my pocket
You ain't going that way, don't look behind you
Don't look behind you

Told her that I love her, did I really mean it, uh
Told her that I love her, but now I'm second guessing, uh
Palm Angels on my body, demons I'm surpressing, uh
Woke up to a dub, last night I was stressing, uh
Now I'm counting blessings, uh
I done seen some L's, I done turned them into lessons, uh
Orange hoodie Balenci, nah this ain't Heron Preston, uh
Knowin I ain't perfect, but I'm nothin like the rest of em
All my diamonds perfect, you ain't gotta test the rest of em
Brodie noddin off, he let them RP's get the best of him
Would've missed this flight if I ain't tap in, wasn't next to him
My whip super fast, watch me burn the road
My bitch super bad, don't do what she told
She want shit to last, I don't really know
She goin shake that ass, Ima watch it go

You don't know
You don't know, you don't know
Put money on it, hoes on it
Shows on, hoes comin
See me, hoes runnin
Snow comin, cold hunnits
Fiftys pink, put my soul on it
And this beat, I'm so cold on it
She sold on it, she so funny
Talkin slow, might put the hold on it



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Writer(s): Daigh-lauren Lobdell
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