| Feel so cold
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| I came up in the world so cold
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| That’s why my heart on froze
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| My heart on froze
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| My heart on froze
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| I came up in this world so cold
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| Yeah, uh
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| Mind incoherent
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| Taint the days from the bad experience
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| I don’t hit the line I pass the interior
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| Exterior Phantom, seldom wait for stanza
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| Bout to hit a couple stories, boy scout lantern
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| Ca-ca-cathedral box, center stage like Chris Rock
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| Recline the top, like Peter Pan drop
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| Drop a couple smells, top smells, top chef
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| Cheddar melt, fast forward silk chain made from Tinkerbell
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| Luxury coated, due to a couple pairs dancing
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| Marinara on the seat belts, Versace fence
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| I’m Michael Phelps with the gold medallions
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| I pulled a couple stallions, my rims rattle
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| I ball like Ralph Samson, Riff!
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| Undefeated like my sweats, untouchable rep
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| Underated overhated, fuck em I’m a jet
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| Life on the set nigga, live and direct
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| Like an intercept, halt your progress
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| I don’t celebrate that touchdown, yet
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| You soft as a night gown clown, I see that right now
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| I’m cold I’m froze like you should have wrapped them pipes
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| I’m cold I’m froze like put some coats on them children
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| 'Fore you let them outside
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| Getting strong of that green spinach bitch, Popeye
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| Pot got me lazy in my long sleeve tie dye
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| Whippin' a Mercedes AMG 96 2 door 600
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| Alloy wheels on it, introduce me to your best bitch homie
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| Eyes can’t hide her desire, she on me
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| Heart on fire for Mr. Frosty, I’m cold |