歌词

Yellow Diamonds like I'm pissed off I just copped the piece so best believe we making withdrawals Smoke all out the whip Hit 100 fuck the damn law Leather so soft (Yeah) Pull up in that big body name be holding weight Niggas stay up on that sucka shit don't like to conversate Pockets looking hella hefty we not sorry for the weight Tried to give Niggas a slice but started eating of my plate Huh? That shit made me Cold Hearted (Cold) Cold Hearted (Cold) Riding through the city bumping Savage time Huh I just got a shipment straight from Anaheim Niggas talking change you know I keep a dime Jordan 1s I'm feeling retro Told Lil shawty come and pipe me up like an Espresso Seven- Five nigga yeah you know I keep the best smoke Yeah you know the vibes Fuck with me that mean you special Took her to the Bnb then fold her like a pretzel No we not new to this Fake Niggas had to cross em out like crucifix Mama told me don't waste time with no goofy bitch For that cash I'm a lunatic HUH That shit made me Cold Hearted (Cold) Cold Hearted (Cold) That shit made me Cold Hearted (Cold) Cold Hearted (Cold) That shit made me Cold Hearted (Cold) Cold Hearted (Cold) That shit made me Cold Hearted (Cold) Cold Hearted (Cold) Oh no we don't move with fear Only goats no sheep is here I don't answer calls anymore unless my checks is clear Crystals on my neck got me looking like a chandelier Niggas got me Vexed don't come round me less your vision clear Blow a pound when I'm stress Different sound Yeah we bound For the hoes and success Call the vibes Come alive In the Telly make a mess oh you not worthy (Oh No you not) Gave my heart to a bitch she did me dirty woah That shit made me Cold Hearted (Cold) Cold Hearted (Cold) That shit made me Cold Hearted (Cold) Cold Hearted (Cold) That shit made me Cold Hearted (Cold) Cold Hearted (Cold) That shit made me Cold Hearted (Cold) Cold Hearted (Cold) Imma take that pain put it in my wood we burning on that shit (On the Gang) Wish a Nigga would I'm dangerous of that liq (On the Gang) Play bout mine you know I'm guaranteed to flip (On the Gang) Yo bitch favorite yeah my songs she cannot skip On the gang hoe My niggas a pull up with that Waka Flocka Flame You looking for handouts whoadie we are not the same No I don't traffic cause I'm in my own lane Told my bro pass that Fire like he Kane (Yuh) Scammers in the Honda blowing pure propane (Yuh) Popo pull us over they gon try to give the cage (Yuh) They can't catch the drip I'm the fly Usain (Yuh) Yeah I changed not afraid to fucking say Yuh I don't waste my time on the ones who gonna drain me Pull up on your bitch dirty dancing like we Swayze Shawty sucked me off had me shaking like she tazed me You can't phase me These hits they coming daily That's on god He a rat, he a fake He Façade (He so fake) That's your mans type of Niggas in your squad on no no Niggas foul that can't be me not at all, not at all, not at all...
Writer(s): Kristopher Stasse Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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