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Cold As A MF (Prod. by Big Jerm)

Cold As A MF (Prod. by Big Jerm) Lyrics Tha Joker TooCold

[Verse 1]
Yeah... I'm out the shower, cold

I got your bitch on her knees with a bitch, no!
Dividin' cash, ignoring texts, I can't see them hoes

They only hit me cause I’m ridin' with a centrefold

...with a centrefold
You don’t never get no paper like your business closed
Roc jeans, Polo tee, that's my dentist clothes

Feel like the only way I'm here is 'cause the Jimmy blowed

Will I wake up in the morning? Only Jesus knows

You think you’re sick, but I’m a snot right out of Jesus' nose
For sure nigga, I’m just getting high
Twistin' trees, category F5
We all say it's hard to change but don’t wanna accept
Fact is, well all know our wrongs, the hard part is correct

But it's easy finessin', had it from the first second
I made your daughter a plain salad, she was undressing

She had two men, dog - shoulda seen her clothes
Like she was fightin' on a ship, takin' seaman blows

I drink, drink 'til I faint, while I’m shittin' out steak

Then look around at my La Familia, we got the same play!
All my bitches roll, and they mouth good

I like a grown woman with a taste for childhood

You can catch me with your bitch gettin' so reminiscent

Too cold, fuck nigga, it's finna get frigid

[Hook]

Yeah... I’m out the shower, cold

Cold as a motherfucker (’m out the shower cold)
Cold as a motherfucker (I’m out the shower cold)
Too cold, fuck nigga, it's finna get frigid
Cold as a motherfucker, cold as a motherfucker
Cold as a motherfucker, cold as a motherfucker
Cold as a motherfucker, cold as a motherfucker
Cold as a motherfucker...

[Verse 2]
Who you think brought you the catfish style?
Who you think kill that shit at times?
Who you think grind every day
Just tryna make away so he can make this rap shit worthwhile?
Got a lot of money, put it on my child

Bitch, you got three, so I swear three times
That you chat room, my mind, and the bitch on recline
With Ben Franks in and the bitch gettin' high

So high, nigga, we stack to the sky

Do we snatch it up quick like weed, alright?
Shoppin', feelin' love, and I've never even trapped
Man, real nigga shit, I'm just a shallow-ass guy

Niggas fear me when they look at my life
Shit, like do I need to be televised?
All my niggas, man, I swear they drug dealers
But really, though, all I do is sell tunes with the "i"
Now you see why I ain't got no wife
When the truth'll do, a whore'll still tell a lie
Whore'll fuck your friend that you thought was 'til the end
And him and her'll both look dead in the eye
Tell you what you want, you ain’t even got a pry
My life an open book and I'm who I spy

Ever since a teen, it was always my dream

To make a whole lot of money, set the streets on fire

[Hook]
Cold As A MF (Prod. by Big Jerm)

An early leak from Tha Joker's "The Explanation" mixtape.

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