Cold Bitch

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Ayy, ayy, don't lie to me I can smell you bitch ass niggas, yeah, a mile a piece
I could never hang out with you bitches, y'all be killin' me
Always keep a blow on my side, yeah, you feelin' me
And I'll smack the shit out you, we aint kids, nigga, run it up
I don't give a f*ck about your niggas, they ain't comin' up
Countin' money, but I'll never throw it, I ain't dumb enough
If he want the pussy, he won't get it, I ain't showin' up
You can see me smokin' on some loud, you can't hear a sound
I don't know I'm high or am I dead, but I can see the clouds
Could care less by where you fuckin' been, I don't give a f*ck
Never show a nigga shit again, guess you outta luck
I can't stay focused if I'm around all these f*ck niggas
If I say f*ck you, then it's f*ck you, you ain't us, nigga
Pull around the back so you don't notice, you don't know my moves
Only do my dirt all by myself so they can't pick and choose
The nigga said he'll f*ck me for the night, and I said alright
Told him where I'm at, I left him stranded, I don't want the pipe
Bitches only think of what the f*ck, I ain't none of them
Shit real solid, little nigga, ain't no thug in there
My brother told me that you niggas fake, yeah, you niggas cap
Always lurkin' all up on my page, bitch, you need a nap
If you ever hit me up again, I'ma send a snap
I won't stop what them niggas do, take a longer nap
I need diamonds all over my body, ruby red hair
Black Air Forces and a bag, bitch it's in there
Well protected by my Lord and Savior, plus it's in the purse
My brother loyal, if you try to go, they gon' kill first
Yeah, yeah, I'm crazy, bitch
I ain't goin' back and forth for shit cause you ain't in the mix
A cold bitch chillin' for the summer, count the money up
F*ck around with me, I got packs, put that honey up
Fly by, bitch, I'm in my zone, you can't catch up
I can tell you really ain't shit just by the neck up
I ain't fearin' what you niggas fear, you can go fish
Always gon' be hard up on myself cause I'm a cold bitch
I ain't tryna stay in for the summer, I need a real bag
Told them if I'm up, then they up, I know they felt that
Pull the blower out, you actin' weird, yeah, I fell back
I don't do that faulty-ass shit, go get a real bag
I'm so trigger-happy, sling it back and then I let it blow
I don't give a f*ck about what you do, just make the cash flow
Watch your mouth, don't push out on your luck, that won't end well
I'll smack you with the left to f*ck you up and watch your face swell
Yeah, okay, nigga, yeah, this pussy hit
Still got niggas tryna get in this, but they will always miss
If it ain't the best, then I don't want it, I don't smoke for less
If I catch you playin' with my shit, I'ma make a mess
No matter where I go, I stay visual, I ain't tryna die
Y'all bitches hate to be real, I ain't scared to cry
Shed so many tears all through the years, now I'm lookin' rough
Had to pray to God to keep me safe cause I don't give a f*ck
Nope, I'm not your enemy, but if you wanna take it to that level, I'm not scared to be
Tell the bitch to keep me out her mouth so she can keep her breath
If I hear her talkin' out of turn, death gon' be the next
I mean well, but some folks push they luck till they outta that
No, I'm not a killer, but I, uh, let me take that back
I mean well, but some folks push they luck till they outta that
Then I up the blower to they face, I might need a mask
Ayy, ayy, don't lie to me, I can smell you bitch-ass niggas
Yeah, a mile a piece, I can never hang out with you bitches, y'all be killin' me
Always keep a blower on my side, yeah, you feelin' me

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