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HunnaV - COLD (With KillBunk) lyrics

Artist: HunnaV

album: COLD (With KillBunk)


Got my friends
She turned cold
Can't be mad about no hoe
Bitch if you mad, you can go
An' leave that bag
Jus' at the door
Bitch I run that shit up
I just need that cabbage, I need more
Niggas fakin', what this life you hangin'
Imma let 'em go
Niggas love to talk
Just like they saw the foul shit
They don't know
I play gas up in these lodgin' places
Place the thots up in my
Woah
Hold up, take your clothes off
Yeah
Shawty, she so bad
She like the cold door
I jus' hop off on the track
An' then I go off
An' these bitches way too bad
But I'm gon' blow them off
These niggas big mad
Bitch I know this dawg
Hopped inside the runner
An' I'm roving off
I can't leave the hustle
Bitch, the stove ain't off
I might cop a couple pants
You know your bitch gon' call
I could never wife a hoe
No, bitch you need some god
Demons, just like preachers
'Cause they be so fraud
Covered in my Levi
Just need to off
How you fuck me over
But you be my dawg, yeah
See him set him up
And then he leak some VOD
Lil' bitch, signed to man love
Bitch, I beat the god
Got my friends
She turned cold
Can't be mad about no hoe
Bitch if you mad, you can go
An' leave that bag
Jus' at the door
Bitch I run that shit up
I just need that cabbage, I need more
Niggas fakin', what this life you hangin'
Imma let 'em go
Niggas love to talk
Just like they saw the foul shit
They don't know
I play gas up in these lodgin' places
The thots up in my -, woah
Hold up, take your clothes off
Yeah
Shawty, she so bad
She like the cold door
Yeah
Bitches cold
Luckily, my heart is froze
They don't know
Everyday I been on the go, aye
Turnt up
I don't call back wit' a burner, yeah
Pop out
Doin' my thing now, right now
Back on my shit
Tidal wave, it don't flood my wrist
Aye, got a man like Taylor
Gettin' out, I want some sweater
You know I ball
Court side when I sit, yeah
Doin' it all
Make a bed, to be retire my head
Worked too hard for this
Everybody tryna tell me, quit
Stackin' my paper, I'm makin' a fit
Gettin' the diamonds I put on my wrist
Ain't no one stoppin'
Four G, unaware
I just eat game
I say I'm unaware
Feel like the trip
The way I got a chip
Got out the function
But I'm gonna dip
Got my friends
She turned cold
Can't be mad about no hoe
Bitch if you mad, you can go
An' leave that bag
Jus' at the door
Bitch I run that shit up
I just need that cabbage, I need more
Niggas fakin', what this life you hangin'
Imma let 'em go
Niggas love to talk
Just like they saw the foul shit
They don't know
I play gas up in these lodgin' places
The thots up in my -, woah
Hold up, take your clothes off
Yeah
Shawty, she so bad
She like the cold door

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