Roz Verde - Cold Summer Lyrics

Bitches wanna ask me shit about they nigga
Bitch that's yo nigga it ain't hard to figure
He a dog nigga he a pussy killa
Double cup in the section with them hittas
I let him eat my ass he a side nigga
Tryna FaceTime but I'm cooking for my main nigga
I be funny I just act like I don't see niggas
He gon text me "bitch don't act like you ain't seen a nigga"
On my grind counting blues like I'm Locin nigga
I love 20's 50's hunnas I ain't broke nigga
In LA smoking gas please don't choke nigga
In the mall spend that green artichoke nigga
I'm pretty and my kitty pretty too bitch
If I take ya man f*ck you gonna do Bitch?
I don't want that nigga I gave him back to you sis
He a goofy he a lame all my niggas rich
It's a cold summer
Be a Hot winter
And I'm Poppin nigga
Ima gold digger
In the section bring them bands over here nigga
Bring that cash for a bunch of real thot bitches
It's a cold summer
Be a Hot winter
And I'm Poppin nigga
Ima gold digger
In the section bring them bands over here nigga
Bring that cash for a bunch of real thot bitches
I don't know you bitch get off my live
All these niggas know me bitch yeah I'm certified
I don't ask no questions I buckle up and ride
And I knuckle up for mine bitch I'll kill for mine
I been through some shit but I never lost a fight
In the airport late and still don't miss my flight
When I land 20 bands he gon get me right
Bitch I'm in yo city and we gonna reunite
I do it for my daddy
I got baby fever
He got' Skeet all in this pussy
Be my life saver
Wrist on freeze while they
Sub all on they feed
Got me hot 90 degrees
Hating's one hell of disease
It's a cold summer
Be a Hot winter
And I'm Poppin nigga
Ima gold digger
In the section bring them bands over here nigga
Bring that cash for a bunch of real thot bitches
It's a cold summer
Be a Hot winter
And I'm Poppin nigga
Ima gold digger
In the section bring them bands over here nigga
Bring that cash for a bunch of real thot bitches