Testo Cold As A MF

(Verse)
Yeah I'm out the shower cold
I got your bitch on her knees with a bitch note
Divided cash, ignoring texts, I can't see them hoes
They only hit me cause I'm riding in the centerfold,
With a centerfold,
You don't never get no paper like your business close
Ride jeans, polo T, that's my business clothes Feel like the only way I'm here is cuz the chilly blows
Will I wake up in the morning? Only Jesus knows,
You think you're sick, but I'm a snot right out of Jesus nose

For sure nigga, I'm just getting high,
Twisting trees, category FI
We are saying, it's hard to change but don't wanna accept it,
Then we all know we rolled up, homeboy it's corrected.

But it seems you finesse it, had er from the first second,
I made er go to playin salad, she was undressing,
She had two man, dog should've seen the clothes,
Like she was fighting on a ship taking semen blows
I drink drink till I faint, while I'm shitting out state
Been around in my La Familia, we got the same play, All my bitches raw, and that mouth good,
I like a grown woman we the types for childhood,
You can catch me with your bitch, the ass I'm reminiscin,
Too cold for the nigga, it feel niggy freaky

(Hook)
Yeah I'm out to shout cold (cold as a motherfucker)
I'm out to shout cold
I'm out to shout cold
Too cold for the nigga, it feel niggy freaky.
Cold as MF, Cold as MF, Cold as MF
Cold as MF, Cold as MF, I'm out to shout cold
Cold as MF, Cold as MF, Cold as MF.
Too cold for the nigga, it feel niggy freaky

(Verse)
We think bro took out free stand, we think here that shit that tag
We been grindin, they just tryin to make a way so he can make this rap shit worth while,
Got a lot of money, put it on my time,
Bitch you got three so I swear three times,
That you share in my mind and the bitch on recline,
Where Ben Frank sittin in the bitch, getting high
So high the nigga we stack to the sky,
Do we slash low fance like we the ride,
Shopping feeling love and the nigga even try
Man real nigga shoot him, just shallow ass guy
Niggas fear me when they living my life,
Shit like do I need to be televised
All my nigga man I swear joy, this bird really though I just tell tunes with the I
They seen why I ain't got no wife
When the truth do metaphors still telling lies
Ho fuck yo friend, and just start one to the end
And him and her, both I look you dead in the eye
Tell you what you want, you ain't even got a part
I left the overbook and I'm horse by
Ever since the team it was always my dream
To make a whole lot of money, set the streets on fire

(Hook)
Yeah I'm out to shout cold (cold as a motherfucker)
I'm out to shout cold
I'm out to shout cold
Too cold for the nigga, it feel niggy freaky.
Cold as MF, Cold as MF, Cold as MF
Cold as MF, Cold as MF, I'm out to shout cold
Cold as MF, Cold as MF, Cold as MF.
Too cold for the nigga, it feel niggy freaky