| I’m sorry Ms. Jackson, why you act so cold?
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| Don’t wanna be taxing
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| Cause you act so cold
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| You act so cold, why you act so cold?
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| Why you act so cold?
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| Why you act so cold?
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| We gon push it like a four, gee I don’t wanna go
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| Do a buck fifty, I’m just tryna get you home
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| She ain’t think a nigga write about her in the song
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| She gon' hit a nigga DM when she all alone
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| She take that percocet and fifth of jack to ease her pain
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| Your embellishment be telling me about your name
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| Senorita, probably think that I just run that game
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| I fantasize about the feeling, sliding in your frame
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| By far, you the coldest
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| Cold aesthetic, perfect picture, part it like I’m Moses
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| I just wanna synchronize the moment and emotion
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| Hennessey my vice and penny driver in a potion
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| I be playing a fool girl
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| Go and tell your nigga that we friends and we cool, girl
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| I love the way that you do what you do, girl
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| I got some tendency now get in the mood, yeah
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| I’m sorry Ms. Jackson, why you act so cold?
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| Don’t wanna be taxing
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| Cause you act so cold
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| You act so cold, why you act so cold?
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| Why you act so cold?
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| Why you act so cold?
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| Can a nigga swoop or what?
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| With the henny just to loosen up
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| Ride around the town with the music up, getting stupid drunk
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| But pull it over when we’re .09
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| I swear the legal limit been the only limit of mine
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| I’m a little too drunk to take you for dinner and wine
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| But if that’s what you really want, I guess that’ll be fine
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| I can, simp for the bud one time
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| Niggas do whatever for a nut onetime
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| Laugh, out, mother-fucking loud
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| We can fuck around as long as we don’t fuck around
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| I’m kinda down for whatever you are
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| Just give me the word
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| At times you just wanna talk, you feel like you don’t be heard
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| I could be Alicia Keys with the diary
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| Communication is key, oh the irony
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| I guess, being the baddest bitch could be tiring
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| You killing them softly and quietly |