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Biggest P Video (MV)




Performed By: LIL COLD
Language: English
Length: 2:22
Written by: Corey Johnson




LIL COLD - Biggest P Lyrics




I tell the truth and still have my way, bitch, I'm the biggest P
Err, where I go, I leave my mark, make them remember me
All the bitches love me, once I f*ck, ain't no forgetting' me
Huh, I got twin bitches, call em, Twiddle Dumb, and Twiddle D

F*cked up a bag in Vegas, it was me, count and little d
I remember posted' on the on the cholly wit lil Kenny G,
They love to hate on me, man, these pussy niggas envy me
Bad lil bitch just asked me what's for dinner, shit, I said me

She gon' suck my dick off the bone, Bon Appetit
You took that bitch to Ruth Chris, I took that bitch to apple bees
Take my shirt off and all the hoes start attackin' me
Nigga played with me, all of a sudden, he died tragically

These bitches love my dirty draws, they call me your majesty
Knew I was the man way before when I wasn't havin' shit
Let off some shots, flip the car on some acrobatic shit
And if they play with Shushu, we gon' pull up, start clappin' shit

Me and Kid was in the A-f*ckin' hoes on air mattresses
Off liquor, honey-packin' shit. Turned up on some ratchet shit
Shout-out to K-Savage, cuz lil bro nem Outhea snatchin' shit
Steve-O sent him through the mail, where you want to packages

Y'all made it cool to trick, I'm still with that pimpin' shit a hoe gon' bring me somethin' way before I spend somethin' with a bitch
Back when I was broke, I used to pray to God to send a lick
How the f*ck y'all lookin' up to dude, he always been a bitch

At My funeral, bitch, get on the mic and say I had good dick
Keep my gun on me, can't nobody ever say they took shit
Know I keep my Blick on me, know that it's a stick on me
And I got it loaded, im reloaded like I'm rich homie

Hood nigga, bitch, these white ones, these ain't no Rick Owens
All these hoes been tearin' down the line, and I just been ignoring em
Free my nigga that's locked away in chains when he get out I gotta lick for him
Free my nigga that's locked away in chains when he get out I gotta bitch for him

I got blues on me, huh, I got new money, man these niggas too funny
Act like they gon' do somethin', bitch, we tryna shoot somethin'
We ain't with the poo putting, been a dog since a young boy
You niggas new puppies, f*ck that bitch and put her right out

Ho, I ain't with the cuddling, man, these hoes be on my balls
Like lil cold, do somethin', boy, stop callin' her phone
I'm f*ckin her face, go find you somethin' to do
Boy, I been did that, this deja vu, this shit ain't nothin' new

Unn hunn, lil cold, lil cold, lil cold, lil cold, lil cold,
Lil cold, lil cold, lil cold
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I tell the truth and still have my way, bitch, I'm the biggest P
Err, where I go, I leave my mark, make them remember me
All the bitches love me, once I f*ck, ain't no forgetting' me
Huh, I got twin bitches, call em, Twiddle Dumb, and Twiddle D

F*cked up a bag in Vegas, it was me, count and little d
I remember posted' on the on the cholly wit lil Kenny G,
They love to hate on me, man, these pussy niggas envy me
Bad lil bitch just asked me what's for dinner, shit, I said me

She gon' suck my dick off the bone, Bon Appetit
You took that bitch to Ruth Chris, I took that bitch to apple bees
Take my shirt off and all the hoes start attackin' me
Nigga played with me, all of a sudden, he died tragically

These bitches love my dirty draws, they call me your majesty
Knew I was the man way before when I wasn't havin' shit
Let off some shots, flip the car on some acrobatic shit
And if they play with Shushu, we gon' pull up, start clappin' shit

Me and Kid was in the A-f*ckin' hoes on air mattresses
Off liquor, honey-packin' shit. Turned up on some ratchet shit
Shout-out to K-Savage, cuz lil bro nem Outhea snatchin' shit
Steve-O sent him through the mail, where you want to packages

Y'all made it cool to trick, I'm still with that pimpin' shit a hoe gon' bring me somethin' way before I spend somethin' with a bitch
Back when I was broke, I used to pray to God to send a lick
How the f*ck y'all lookin' up to dude, he always been a bitch

At My funeral, bitch, get on the mic and say I had good dick
Keep my gun on me, can't nobody ever say they took shit
Know I keep my Blick on me, know that it's a stick on me
And I got it loaded, im reloaded like I'm rich homie

Hood nigga, bitch, these white ones, these ain't no Rick Owens
All these hoes been tearin' down the line, and I just been ignoring em
Free my nigga that's locked away in chains when he get out I gotta lick for him
Free my nigga that's locked away in chains when he get out I gotta bitch for him

I got blues on me, huh, I got new money, man these niggas too funny
Act like they gon' do somethin', bitch, we tryna shoot somethin'
We ain't with the poo putting, been a dog since a young boy
You niggas new puppies, f*ck that bitch and put her right out

Ho, I ain't with the cuddling, man, these hoes be on my balls
Like lil cold, do somethin', boy, stop callin' her phone
I'm f*ckin her face, go find you somethin' to do
Boy, I been did that, this deja vu, this shit ain't nothin' new

Unn hunn, lil cold, lil cold, lil cold, lil cold, lil cold,
Lil cold, lil cold, lil cold
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Writer: Corey Johnson
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