Cold Feet
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I miss you angel
Where are you Ginseng?
Uh, woahah
Blatt, blatt, blatt
Bih, yeah, bih
Love me like you mean it
Riding with them demons
Riding with them beams, bitch
You be with the lame niggas
He don't make no money, I can't hang with him
He ain't 'bout that butcher, I can't bang with him
She want to fuck, ain't got no booty, nigga, I can't let her
Run up my DM's just like a damn letter
Popping a xan while I'm on a plane so I can land faster
Nigga, do not get no cold feet
Say he get them racks, I know he phony
Can not fuck that bitch, she way too bony
Say she love me, say she miss the old me
Keep my circle small, nigga, I ain't lonely
I walk inside when I want to get cozy
Bitch in my business, she way too nosey
We in the kitchen, we pourin' Codeine
Money tall, I think it's 4 feet
When she suck my dick like she got no teeth
Laughin' to the bank, hee-hee
You know these boys stink
Runnin' with the crew, top speed
You know these niggas want
AMG black-on-black like Kofi
He get money slow, he on leave
You know his pockets, they on E
You know his pockets, they on freeze
He had a honey, bitch lonely
In a lil' Hellcat, there's no seats