Paul Couture, Max Biggavel
This what we sound like baby
(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 "Niga, you got a mouth like gold
But your heart like sonw, you're so cold"
See I got a thing for you and I can't let go, I'm goin' home
They recommended semi-outomatic weapons
Tradition, **** a second amendment as long as they legal
They independent nigas' 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 passwords?
Screamin', "Open sesama"
Ain't a niga **** it yet, Bigga you the first
I be bangin', she be buckin' back
They ain't give me nothin' yeah
They just say the same shit
We just play the games
Speak my name Don Biggiie, it came to change
Niga, we came, saw, conqered
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
**** 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 niga, "You got a mouth like gold
But your hear 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 konw my body, b***h, 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 nigas wit' me to shoot who I tell 'em to
If you feel a way, niga spins the block
Spin the block and hit his thoughts 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's 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 niga, "You got a mouth like gold
But your hear 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
Niga 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
Nigas came around it's built
Got a crew of nigas 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
Niga, don't be lookin'so concerned
Drink the Henny, 'cause it burn
Blow the shit 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, nigas duplicate
**** around, shoot your face
Nigas 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 niga, "You got a mouth like gold
But your hear 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 niga Biggavel
A Boogie, what's happenin' baby?
Paul Couture
Let that b***h ride