Lyrics B.o.B – Cold Bwoy

Cold boy
This beat cold boy
Greatest story ever told boy
30 million records sold boy

Watch out for them hoes boy
Make sure you crease and fold boys
The streets out of control boy
This shit just like Game of Thrones boy
Ain’t no new hoes, these hoes been hoeing’
Ain’t no new grow that someone been showin’
In that two-door, that hoe tip-toein’
She heard my new song, she tryin’ to feel on me
Where you get it? «I don’t know.» You a liar
You a THOT. «No I’m not.» You a liar
First day at the job, you applied
At the desk, selling 2 for the 5
Play a role, you on parole boy
Quit talkin’ on the phone boy
Don’t ever let them see you slippin’
They catch you as a minor, they gon’ try you as a grown boy
5-10 if you 10, that shit cold boy
They can’t smell it when it’s cold boy
Pharmacy the real dope boy
Come back later, kitchen closed boy

Cold boy
This beat cold boy

Hopped up out the bed, got some head right before
Gassin’ up the muscle, ’67 steroid
Prescriptions in my backpack
I’m so high I’m having flashbacks
Got a half a pound on the way in the Uber
Cost a couple bands, plus I threw in a tuba
Cutie pie for me, a cutie pie for my shooter
Two Dominican bitches that just flew in from Sosua
Ooh this loud, where you get it? «Parking lot.»
How much is it? «I don’t know, not a lot.»
Uh, I got more, plenty more, at the spot
I can’t walk with too much, them hoes is hot
Try and look sober for my mom and them
But I smoked it with my uncle then
Just lookin’ for a come up
Yea, I was flexin’ in them struggle Timbs’
Flexin’ in them struggle Timbs’
Flexin’ in them struggle Timbs’
Pharmacy the real dope boy
Come back later, kitchen closed boy

Cold boy
This beat cold boy
Greatest story ever told boy
30 million records sold boy
Must live by the code boy
Especially if you a dope boy
Where you get that Coogi sweater?
Your momma think you sellin’ soap boy

Cold boy
Cold boy
Cold boy