Uhn
Uhn
Ski ski ski ski ski
Bop
Oh I see
Oh I see
What do you see
I see
Oh I see red
Oh I see blood
My Finger are wet
Your body is numb
My Brain go dumb
Might even go stupid
I feel lucid
Might dream new shit
I'm not blind but I walk with a pool stick
I catch fades you might throw bullets
Going insane like pickle rick
I Slide to a new bitch damn I'm too slick
Temp going high he too sick
I go harder then two dick
I just spray like nonstick
(Ewuh)
Im going in I'm going in I'm going in I'm going in I'm going in
I kinda need liquid In my f*cking system
But that is it oh wait you just f*cking missed em
One shot close range who just killed him
Put em in a body bag
Not until I make it back
How much for the Prada bag
Turned it down for a rack
F*ck it lemme buy a jag
Now I'm sitting kinda mad
Credit Score looking bad
I be eating meals symbolizing snacks
169 but am I fat
Garfield if he was black
I hate Monday das a fact
Oh He exclusive
He like game with all that shooting
Play the game cuz I'm nuking
Kick me out if you caught me boosting
I was that nigga chilling in the back
I didn't really care I'm just stating facts
Look at me now holding all these racks
Take it out the oven scrape off all the fat
Just a holding job till I make it back
From this depressive state never heard slat
Till I got hear
Nigga would you look at that
Nigga corny and he tryna rap
Wow
Cold with a bitch
Coat winter bitch
Cold with a bitch
Cold winter bitch
Cold with a bitch
Cold winter bitch
Cold with a bitch
Cold wither bitch
RuinDaRay - Cold Bitch Lyrics
RuinDaRay - Cold Bitch Lyrics
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English
Uhn
Uhn
Ski ski ski ski ski
Bop
Oh I see
Oh I see
What do you see
I see
Oh I see red
Oh I see blood
My Finger are wet
Your body is numb
My Brain go dumb
Might even go stupid
I feel lucid
Might dream new shit
I'm not blind but I walk with a pool stick
I catch fades you might throw bullets
Going insane like pickle rick
I Slide to a new bitch damn I'm too slick
Temp going high he too sick
I go harder then two dick
I just spray like nonstick
(Ewuh)
Im going in I'm going in I'm going in I'm going in I'm going in
I kinda need liquid In my f*cking system
But that is it oh wait you just f*cking missed em
One shot close range who just killed him
Put em in a body bag
Not until I make it back
How much for the Prada bag
Turned it down for a rack
F*ck it lemme buy a jag
Now I'm sitting kinda mad
Credit Score looking bad
I be eating meals symbolizing snacks
169 but am I fat
Garfield if he was black
I hate Monday das a fact
Oh He exclusive
He like game with all that shooting
Play the game cuz I'm nuking
Kick me out if you caught me boosting
I was that nigga chilling in the back
I didn't really care I'm just stating facts
Look at me now holding all these racks
Take it out the oven scrape off all the fat
Just a holding job till I make it back
From this depressive state never heard slat
Till I got hear
Nigga would you look at that
Nigga corny and he tryna rap
Wow
Cold with a bitch
Coat winter bitch
Cold with a bitch
Cold winter bitch
Cold with a bitch
Cold winter bitch
Cold with a bitch
Cold wither bitch
Uhn
Ski ski ski ski ski
Bop
Oh I see
Oh I see
What do you see
I see
Oh I see red
Oh I see blood
My Finger are wet
Your body is numb
My Brain go dumb
Might even go stupid
I feel lucid
Might dream new shit
I'm not blind but I walk with a pool stick
I catch fades you might throw bullets
Going insane like pickle rick
I Slide to a new bitch damn I'm too slick
Temp going high he too sick
I go harder then two dick
I just spray like nonstick
(Ewuh)
Im going in I'm going in I'm going in I'm going in I'm going in
I kinda need liquid In my f*cking system
But that is it oh wait you just f*cking missed em
One shot close range who just killed him
Put em in a body bag
Not until I make it back
How much for the Prada bag
Turned it down for a rack
F*ck it lemme buy a jag
Now I'm sitting kinda mad
Credit Score looking bad
I be eating meals symbolizing snacks
169 but am I fat
Garfield if he was black
I hate Monday das a fact
Oh He exclusive
He like game with all that shooting
Play the game cuz I'm nuking
Kick me out if you caught me boosting
I was that nigga chilling in the back
I didn't really care I'm just stating facts
Look at me now holding all these racks
Take it out the oven scrape off all the fat
Just a holding job till I make it back
From this depressive state never heard slat
Till I got hear
Nigga would you look at that
Nigga corny and he tryna rap
Wow
Cold with a bitch
Coat winter bitch
Cold with a bitch
Cold winter bitch
Cold with a bitch
Cold winter bitch
Cold with a bitch
Cold wither bitch
Writer: Deshaun Frazier
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid