Cold Feet lyrics
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I rap better cause I'm mad clever Oh my God! Hey [Mac Miller] Yeah, they always want that fun shit when you tryna spit a little something real They start running, turning chicken like a nugget meal How the f-ck I feel? Kinda like 100 mills Spun the wheel, bought a vowel, I don't owe you nothin' still F-ck a deal, I can do it with my own team Won before, seen, hearing all these hoes scream When I was 14, sippin on my OE Tryna marry money but that bitch kept getting cold feet Music loud, hear it banging through the whole street Beat getting shit on: toilet bowl seat No sleep, just work, got a couple horny girls in a see-through shirt So believe my hype, muthaf-ckas can't read nor write Still they talking shit man, I've seen your type Got problems, can't sleep at night Cause your girl want to come around freak all night I'm a sex drill when I'm rolling off them x pills Five bikes, ten wheels, girl I'll leave your legs still Say I don't do drugs, just weed Well I'mma do drugs and speed down the street Do doughnuts, your flow sucks, you so butt Your girl's getting throat f-cked I get high, I go up Why you saying that he's a tramp? They come to all those shows just to meet your friends? So much coke sniffed, f-cking hoes with bloody noses Just a couple doses, f-ck the roses Class time: better take good notes You bitches couldn't touch me with a Facebook poke Bitch!
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