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Cold Lyrics - Artist : Trap Beckham
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Drumma Boy Yo Bitch I'm cold oh Diamonds are froze oh I got the hoes oh You can not get close to I do what I'm 'pose to You doing the most dude I came up with no food Now I got soul food Look at you so cool Nobody knows you I feel like I'm goku Might go super san I feel like Superman Your girl a super fan I got the juice again They wanna be cool again I be with the hooligans I'm acting a fool again I cannot lose, I win I had to lose some friends And I will do it again I will not lose again I gotta buy me a Benz I gotta make it and spend And spend again My Wrist cold Neck cold Bad bitch The sex cold Be safe The streets cold Let's keep it g code My nigga We cold Wrist cold Neck cold Bad bitch The sex cold Be safe The streets cold Let's keep it G code My nigga we cold My nigga we cold, She cold Freak hoe with some deep throat Never trust a bitch that street code She'll have a shooter at your peep hole I'm with drummer boy going beast mode Take a shot tell a bartender reload Walk up in the building with a pre-roll It's so many I got plenty as far as trees go Heart cold The streets cold This beat cold My Hennessey cold B.D.M.G. cold This good tree cold I need a Pea coat Everywhere I be cold All because my My Wrist cold Neck cold Bad bitch The sex cold Be safe The streets cold To keep it g cold My nigga We cold Wrist cold Neck cold Bad bitch The sex cold Be safe The streets cold To keep it g cold My nigga We cold My Wrist cold Neck cold Bad bitch The sex cold Be safe The streets cold To keep it g cold My nigga We cold Wrist cold Neck cold Bad bitch The sex cold Be safe The streets cold To keep it g cold My nigga We cold |
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