So Cold - A Boogie Wit da Hoodie, Max B, Paul Couture

I’m so cold

Baby, why your blood zero below?

No matter how many tries

Nobody really ever sees us unless we froze

She said nigga, «You got a mouth like gold

But your heart like snow, you’re so cold»

See I got a thing for you and I can’t let go, I’m goin' home

They recommended semi-automatic weapons

Tradition, fuck a second amendment as long as they legal

They independent niggas

Hands in the sin box, dealers and killas tryna make a play

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 nuttin' yeah

They just say the same shit

We just play the games

Speak my name Don Biggie, it came to change

Nigga, we came, saw, 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 was Lexis, mama named Shonda

Fuck for a couple 150 dollar massages, yeah

I’m so cold

Baby, why your blood zero below?

No matter how many tries

Nobody really ever sees us unless we froze

She said nigga, «You got a mouth like gold

But your heart like snow, you’re so cold»

See, I got a thing for you and I can’t let go, I’m goin' home

Yeah, I got a lotta flavor

You could tell that it’s me from a block or two

Yeah, look, I got a lotta haters

So you know my body, bitch, I keep a Glock or two

Ooh, and this rockstar shit get dangerous

So I’ma move how I gotta move

Yeah, I’ma rockstar but some gangster niggas wit' me to shoot who I tell 'em to

If you feel a way, nigga spin the block

Spin the block and hit his thought box off

I got everything in Saint Laurent

And Louboutin, Louis flip flops, ah

All my prices gettin' hot

And I’m gettin' hot with a pop star, ah

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 sees us unless we froze

She said nigga, «You got a mouth like gold

But your heart like snow, you’re so cold»

See, I got a thing for you and I can’t let go, I’m goin' home

His body hit the dash, came from the second floor

Nigga lit, I hit a swig, ridin' late night

Clear my conscience

Baby steady hittin' up the phone

Player racked with guilt, bring a half of gallon milk

Niggas came around it’s built

Got a crew of niggas that’ll squeeze if I tell 'em to

Couple of 'em felons too

Knowing they can send me back, drama coke cleared out

Now that she can hear me rap, mama want a big house

Baby said she want a bag, she ain’t never earned it

Told her to earn the profit, but she ain’t never turned it

Nigga, don’t be lookin' so concerned

Drink the Henny, 'cause it burn

Blow the dope we get, never do the opiates

Icy like a Mountain Dew, colder than the Soviet

50 to 100,000 a show we get

Every flow we spit, niggas duplicate

Fuck around, shoot your face

Niggas be movin' records, we movin' weight

I’m so cold

I’m so cold

Baby, why your blood zero below?

No matter how many tries

Nobody really ever sees us unless we froze

She said nigga, «You got a mouth like gold

But your heart like snow, you’re so cold»

See, I got a thing for you and I can’t let go, I’m goin' home

Uh, yeah, I love that shit baby

Cold blooded baby, the cold nigga Biggavel

A Boogie, what’s happenin' baby?

Paul Couture

Let that motherfucker ride