Cold Blooded (Straight Through 2)
Told a hoe look bitch I'm the man
Ain't trying to fuck you if you ain't bringing your friend
Ole' groupie ass nigga you fan
Trying to diss on the low I heard it, quit playing
Huh, you ain't really on my level though
Been dead, please get the shovel though
Bout the shit that I speak, & you better know
On Demon Time I really turn into the devil though
Evil no Knievel, I get lethal
Knock bitch nigga out, in front of his people
You ain't street you just been around the area
Bitch nigga probably suffer with hysteria
Huh, niggas funny, hysterical
Bitch, you couldn't beat me with a miracle
Pissin' on em, treat em like a urinal
Get it out your blood, cause being hateful is curable
Huh, these niggas soft not durable
Got these niggas so mad fuck it oh well
Nigga, said he was street but I can't tell
He steady tricking on a hoe at a hotel
Man, These bitches really fooling ya
You think you pimpin' but you losing cause they using ya
Got ya mind on lock, really confusing ya
Dumb ass nigga that's why these hoes using ya
Ole' "how I look?" Like snitch ass nigga
Ole' sing a hook, bout a bitch ass nigga
Trying to send a couple shots as a diss ass nigga
Mad, wonder why? Ole' bitch ass nigga
I'm really like that, no maybe
I could never treat a hoe like a lady
On some real player shit catch me a lil bitch, then I tell her this...
(Give it to me baby, give it to me baby)
(I betcha, I make you holla you had enough!")
I... make a lil hoe holla that she had enough
Fuck a hoe to some Future with my thumb in her butt
Fuck a hoe real mean I ain't nice, for what?
Freaky ass muhfucka put it all in her gut
I ain't shaking yo hand if I don't like you
I don't sugarcoat shit, it ain't right to
I'ma tell you how it is you can feel how you feel
Plus I got a couple loose screws
Crazy muhfucka huh, I'm certified
I be, hanging with killers, they murder guys
You ain't really bout shit, you ain't gone ride
Load up the blicks & the mask
Cause you know we finna
Slide at night
Wait until you on the move
We down the street
See you we gone kill you
Turn em to a pack, turn em to pack
Brains gone ain't no way he coming back
Fuck a rack my nigga I need stacks
Talking all blues, give me that give me that
Ain't trying to fuck you if you ain't bringing your friend
Ole' groupie ass nigga you fan
Trying to diss on the low I heard it, quit playing
Huh, you ain't really on my level though
Been dead, please get the shovel though
Bout the shit that I speak, & you better know
On Demon Time I really turn into the devil though
Evil no Knievel, I get lethal
Knock bitch nigga out, in front of his people
You ain't street you just been around the area
Bitch nigga probably suffer with hysteria
Huh, niggas funny, hysterical
Bitch, you couldn't beat me with a miracle
Pissin' on em, treat em like a urinal
Get it out your blood, cause being hateful is curable
Huh, these niggas soft not durable
Got these niggas so mad fuck it oh well
Nigga, said he was street but I can't tell
He steady tricking on a hoe at a hotel
Man, These bitches really fooling ya
You think you pimpin' but you losing cause they using ya
Got ya mind on lock, really confusing ya
Dumb ass nigga that's why these hoes using ya
Ole' "how I look?" Like snitch ass nigga
Ole' sing a hook, bout a bitch ass nigga
Trying to send a couple shots as a diss ass nigga
Mad, wonder why? Ole' bitch ass nigga
I'm really like that, no maybe
I could never treat a hoe like a lady
On some real player shit catch me a lil bitch, then I tell her this...
(Give it to me baby, give it to me baby)
(I betcha, I make you holla you had enough!")
I... make a lil hoe holla that she had enough
Fuck a hoe to some Future with my thumb in her butt
Fuck a hoe real mean I ain't nice, for what?
Freaky ass muhfucka put it all in her gut
I ain't shaking yo hand if I don't like you
I don't sugarcoat shit, it ain't right to
I'ma tell you how it is you can feel how you feel
Plus I got a couple loose screws
Crazy muhfucka huh, I'm certified
I be, hanging with killers, they murder guys
You ain't really bout shit, you ain't gone ride
Load up the blicks & the mask
Cause you know we finna
Slide at night
Wait until you on the move
We down the street
See you we gone kill you
Turn em to a pack, turn em to pack
Brains gone ain't no way he coming back
Fuck a rack my nigga I need stacks
Talking all blues, give me that give me that
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Writer(s): Michael Blassingame
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