Cold Feet lyrics

by

Bun B


[Intro]
Ya, uh
I rap better 'cause I'm mad clever, hahaha
Ya, ya
Oh my God, haha
Hey

[Verse]
Yeah, they always want that fun sh*t
When you tryna spit a little somethin' real
They start runnin', turnin' chicken like a nugget meal
How the f*ck I feel? Kinda like a hundred mil'
Spun the wheel, bought a vowel, I don't owe you nothin' still
f*ck a deal, I can do it with my own team
Won before Sheen, hear how all these hoes scream
When I was fourteen, sippin' on my OE
Tryna marry money, but that b*tch kept gettin' cold feet
Music loud, hear it bangin' through the whole street
Beat gettin' sh*t on, ha, toilet bowl seat
No sleep, just work
Got a couple horny girls in a see-through shirt
So believe my hype, muthaf*ckas can't read nor write
Still they talkin' sh*t, man, I've seen your type
Got problems, can't sleep at night
'Cause your girl want to come around, freak all night
I'm a sex drill when I'm rollin' off them X pills
Five bikes, ten wheels, girl, I'll leave your legs still
Say, "I don't do drugs, just weed," haha
Well, I'ma do drugs and speed down the street
Do doughnuts, your flow sucks, you so butt
Your girl's gettin' throat f*cked, I get high, I go up
Why you sayin' that he's a trend?
Then come to all his shows just to meet your friends?
So much coke sniffed, f*ckin' hoes with bloody noses
Just a couple doses, f*ck the roses
Class time, better take good notes
You b*tches couldn't touch me with a Facebook poke
[Outro]
b*tch, hahaha
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