Max B – So Cold lyrics

[Intro: Max B] Paul Couture, Max Biggavel This what we sound like baby (Couture) [Chorus: Max B] 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 [Verse 1: Max B] 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 sponser 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 [Chorus: Max B] 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 [Verse 2: a Boogie wit da Hoodie] 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 [Chorus: Max B] 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 [Verse 3: Max B] 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 [Chorus: Max B] 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 [Outro] 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 Explain Request ×

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