Cold Shoulder
Snap quick take a flick it'll make it last longer
Bad bitch on my dick and she make that thing longer
Get high to forget it'll make the past shorter
Iced out on my neck honey I give you cold shoulder
Late night text messages rang through the phone
I get this feeling go through alone
This comeback has gotta be personal
I hear GBS that means I gotta go
I know I'm a fool but better off without you
Screw that bitch in like a tool
You love or hate me it's true
She clearin' the eight ball like pool
Hop in the whip it go zoom
Hop in the whip it go vroom
Hop in the whip it go vroom
Stabbed me in the heart like ugh
Tearin' us apart like yah
Yellow flags been pulled bring it back like 10 yards
When I'm rolling dope flick a lighter like light up
It's on site I'ma take whatever I want to
It's parta the fight I'ma take whatever I need to
It's on site I'ma take whatever I want to
It's parta the fight I'ma take whatever I need to
Roll the dice send a risky text when I miss you
Suicide not my life since I kicked you
You can try pull me down
When I'm not feeling you
You can try hold me down
Bitch I got a .40 too
Bro you, you have the voice bro
Bro please use it you you you can
Bro you can you come up so high with your voice
What the fuck, that's not normal bro
Snap quick take a flick it'll make it last longer
Bad bitch on my dick and she make that thing longer
Get high to forget it'll make the past shorter
Iced out on my neck honey I give you cold shoulder
Bad bitch on my dick and she make that thing longer
Get high to forget it'll make the past shorter
Iced out on my neck honey I give you cold shoulder
Late night text messages rang through the phone
I get this feeling go through alone
This comeback has gotta be personal
I hear GBS that means I gotta go
I know I'm a fool but better off without you
Screw that bitch in like a tool
You love or hate me it's true
She clearin' the eight ball like pool
Hop in the whip it go zoom
Hop in the whip it go vroom
Hop in the whip it go vroom
Stabbed me in the heart like ugh
Tearin' us apart like yah
Yellow flags been pulled bring it back like 10 yards
When I'm rolling dope flick a lighter like light up
It's on site I'ma take whatever I want to
It's parta the fight I'ma take whatever I need to
It's on site I'ma take whatever I want to
It's parta the fight I'ma take whatever I need to
Roll the dice send a risky text when I miss you
Suicide not my life since I kicked you
You can try pull me down
When I'm not feeling you
You can try hold me down
Bitch I got a .40 too
Bro you, you have the voice bro
Bro please use it you you you can
Bro you can you come up so high with your voice
What the fuck, that's not normal bro
Snap quick take a flick it'll make it last longer
Bad bitch on my dick and she make that thing longer
Get high to forget it'll make the past shorter
Iced out on my neck honey I give you cold shoulder
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Writer(s): Cole Bordwell, Maurice Stefan Teucher
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