Cold
Its so cold in this room
Balcony see the view
I'm on top of the queue
No more waiting on you
So many colors, bitch I see the hue
I'm in and out through
Promise me you be true
Caught me with a noose
Caught me with a knock
Ain't no time on the clock
Yeah you finna get popped
Yeah you finna get dropped
Like a nigga getting sturdy
I'm in a hole
Don't move, bitch I'm clutching
My stick out of Russia
It's so cold in this room, cold in this room, cold in this room
cold in this room, its so cold in this room
Cold in this room, cold in this room, cold in this room
cold in this room its so cold in this room
I'm feeling cynical, shots they go boom, shots they go boom
Nigga getting physical? Popped like balloon, popped like balloon
Popped like balloon
First day out
Imma free man
Got me plan
Fly to the coast
That's what I'm supposed
All of this music I sat and composed
You take down you throat
Goss with the growth
Wealthy with the gross
These niggas don't know
ICKY with the crows
ICKY with the ghost
ICKY cross the world yeah ICKY do the most
And the whole world knows
Got it, it sits in the palm of hand
I'm on the top and I plan to keep stand
Making these moves bitch I plan to expand
You on my tip nigga hop off my dick
Sorry so vulgar, but I bet you know now it
Stopped eating off me bet you feeling malnourished
You still on my tip lemme go ahead and finish
With my name in yo mouth
No you don't like the image
Came from the south
Bitch you know I mean business
Caught him in the sight, yeah I caught his ass slipping
Caught him in a clip, now it's time start flipping
Money ain't a drought bitch it spread like it's so pretty
It's feeling real frosty
You must've turned yo song on
Nigga get it no swans
Only canaries, (only canaries nigga get it? no swans only canaries?)
Yeah, yeah
It's so cold in this room, cold in this room, cold in this room
Cold in this room, its so cold in this room
Cold in this room, cold in this room, cold in this room
Cold in this room its so cold in this room
I'm feeling cynical, shots they go boom
Nigga getting physical? Popped like balloon
Bitch I hit critical, you ain't gone move
My shit be whimsical, made yo shit poof
My streams they be mythical, they trough the roof
Y'all know I'm that nigga man, no need for proof
Fresh out the city man, got nun to prove
Sipping Pink Whitney, my bitch disapprove
Gotta new project gotta new slate
Fuck bout a prospect, I'm better than great
Listen to my dialect, crystal clear, straight
Balcony see the view
I'm on top of the queue
No more waiting on you
So many colors, bitch I see the hue
I'm in and out through
Promise me you be true
Caught me with a noose
Caught me with a knock
Ain't no time on the clock
Yeah you finna get popped
Yeah you finna get dropped
Like a nigga getting sturdy
I'm in a hole
Don't move, bitch I'm clutching
My stick out of Russia
It's so cold in this room, cold in this room, cold in this room
cold in this room, its so cold in this room
Cold in this room, cold in this room, cold in this room
cold in this room its so cold in this room
I'm feeling cynical, shots they go boom, shots they go boom
Nigga getting physical? Popped like balloon, popped like balloon
Popped like balloon
First day out
Imma free man
Got me plan
Fly to the coast
That's what I'm supposed
All of this music I sat and composed
You take down you throat
Goss with the growth
Wealthy with the gross
These niggas don't know
ICKY with the crows
ICKY with the ghost
ICKY cross the world yeah ICKY do the most
And the whole world knows
Got it, it sits in the palm of hand
I'm on the top and I plan to keep stand
Making these moves bitch I plan to expand
You on my tip nigga hop off my dick
Sorry so vulgar, but I bet you know now it
Stopped eating off me bet you feeling malnourished
You still on my tip lemme go ahead and finish
With my name in yo mouth
No you don't like the image
Came from the south
Bitch you know I mean business
Caught him in the sight, yeah I caught his ass slipping
Caught him in a clip, now it's time start flipping
Money ain't a drought bitch it spread like it's so pretty
It's feeling real frosty
You must've turned yo song on
Nigga get it no swans
Only canaries, (only canaries nigga get it? no swans only canaries?)
Yeah, yeah
It's so cold in this room, cold in this room, cold in this room
Cold in this room, its so cold in this room
Cold in this room, cold in this room, cold in this room
Cold in this room its so cold in this room
I'm feeling cynical, shots they go boom
Nigga getting physical? Popped like balloon
Bitch I hit critical, you ain't gone move
My shit be whimsical, made yo shit poof
My streams they be mythical, they trough the roof
Y'all know I'm that nigga man, no need for proof
Fresh out the city man, got nun to prove
Sipping Pink Whitney, my bitch disapprove
Gotta new project gotta new slate
Fuck bout a prospect, I'm better than great
Listen to my dialect, crystal clear, straight
Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Barber
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.