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Max B – So Cold

Singers: Max B
Albums: Max B – House Money
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Lyrics Max B – So Cold

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I’m so cold
Baby, why your blood zero below?
No matter how many try
Nobody really ever seem to possess your flows

She said, «Nigga, you got a mouth like gold
But your heart like snow, you so cold»
See, I gotta thing for you and I can’t let go
I’m goin’ home

They recommended semi-automatic weapons
Tradition, fucking 2nd Amendment
As long as they legal, they end up in a niggas hands
Innocent bystanders are killed, time to make a plan
She ain’t get the best of me, schemin’ like a refugee
Daddy, what’s the password? Screamin’, «Open sesame»
Ain’t a nigga fuck it yet, Bigga, you the first
I be bangin’, she be buckin’ back, they ain’t give me nothing yet
They just say the same shit, we just play the game
Speak my name, Don Bigga, he came and changed
Nigga, we came, saw, and conquered
Eloquent music God is my mantra
Pop out your closet like boogie monster
Workin’ like Fonda, workin’ like a sponsor
Leavin’ in a Cadillac, pulled up in a Honda
Said her name is Lexus, mama named Shonda
Fuck for a couple hunnid, fifty dollar massages, yeah

I’m so cold
Baby, why your blood zero below?
No matter how many try
Nobody really ever seem to possess your flows
She said, «Nigga, you got a mouth like gold

But your heart like snow, you so cold»
See, I gotta thing for you and I can’t let go
I’m goin’ home

Yeah, I got a lot of flavor
You could tell that it’s me from a block or two
Yeah, look, I got a lot of haters
So you know my body, bitch, I keep a Glock or two
Ooh, in this rockstar, shit get dangerous
So I’ma move how I gotta move
Yeah, I’ma rockstar but some gangsta niggas with me
They shot who I tell ’em to
If you feel the way they spin the block
Spin the block, and hear this snap box off
I got everything in Saint Laurent, and Louis Vuitton, Louis flip flops, ah
And my prices gettin’ hot, and I’m gettin’ high with a pop star now
I got different color whips and all my watches iced out
Yeah, this my lifestyle now

I’m so cold
Baby, why your blood zero below?
No matter how many tries
Nobody really ever seem to possess your flows
She said, «Nigga, you got a mouth like gold
But your heart like snow, you so cold»
See, I gotta thing for you and I can’t let go
I’m goin’ home

His body hit the dash cam from the second floor
Nigga live, I hit a swig, ridin’ late night, clear my conscience
Baby steady hittin’ up the phone, play around with guilt
Bring a half a gallon milk, niggas came around that’s built
Got a crew of niggas that’ll squeeze if I tell ’em to
Couple of ’em felons,
Knowin’ it could send me back, drama come clear it out
Nana, she could hear me rap, mama wanna big house
Baby said she wanna bag, she ain’t never earned it
Told her to earn a profit, but she ain’t never turnt it
Nigga, don’t be lookin’ so concerned, drink the Henny ’cause it burn
Blow the dough we get, never do the opiates
Icy like a Mountain Dew, colder than the Soviet
Fifty to hundred thousand a show we get
Every flow we spit, niggas duplicate
Fuck around and shoot your face
Niggas be movin’ records, we movin’ faith, I’m so cold

I’m so cold
Baby, why your blood zero below?
No matter how many tries
Nobody really ever seem to possess your flows
She said, «Nigga, you got a mouth like gold
But your heart like snow, you so cold»
See, I gotta thing for you and I can’t let go
I’m goin’ home

Album

Max B – House Money