Lyrics

Talk slick for the kids in the way Got about three side hoes in the condo And they all want a piece of the day Could give two fucks 'bout a bitch in the shadow Three months and they all wanna talk now I'm a change ass kid for the heat now Got your main ass bitch on speed dial 'Bout three damn fucks I don't give now Why they talking for the thousandth time bitch know your place, yuh I got some shit to do and niggas stayin' on my case, yuh That's when I look to you Ass so fat I'm such a fool Nigga, please don't look my way Please don't look my way Please don't look my way I don't know where to go People talking on the low Lots to show that's how you know I been that kid from head to toe Why you always talking slow I got plenty other bitches fuck the snitches I don't want no business with no fucking fools Cash, I'm gettin', 24-7 Bitch ass niggas tryna take my settin' Pussy ass kids tryna break my cool No respect for the trends I'm settin' You don't know my code-name Stole yo' bitch she so lame Tried to switch that's okay I'll catch you fucked up one day Talk slick for the kids in the way Got about three side hoes in the condo And they all want a piece of the day Could give two fucks 'bout a bitch in the shadow Three months and they all wanna talk now I'm a change ass kid for the heat now Got your main ass bitch on speed dial 'Bout three damn fucks I don't give now Lowkey, but I fuck her with the lights on Look back, see the cops got the chase on Got the whole damn place on, place on I'm outside on the fence, put the tape on Don't try my side, nigga Can't trust no fuck nigga Drop top pink lights in the bag She ain't never gon' fuck for the cash 'Cause she's so sexy, yuh She stay flexin', yuh I stay flossin', yuh She just so unfair I don't really care Got my niggas, yuh Don't press triggas, yuh I stay pretty, yuh You a trifling hoe Ditch yo' trifling soul, ditch it Colder man Colder man Check the board, I'm a colder man Check the rink, I'm a colder man Lots of ice, I'm a colder man Colder man Colder man See the bitch wanna hold her, man Check yourself thought I told ya, man Check the bands on my shoulder, man Colder man Colder man Colder man I'm a colder man Colder man Colder man Colder man I'm a colder man 'Er man 'Er man 'Er man 'Er-'er man ('Er man) ('Er man) (I ain't never gon' call you back)
Writer(s): Shermar Paul, Carter Mullin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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