Lyrics Cold - Fredfades, Moruf, MoShadee

Cold

It’s like a jungle sometimes, that make me wonder
Why these shawties always wilding
But always give me they number
Sleeping on a nigga, it remind me of a slumber
Immature lil boy
Why they making noise
Homie always, feeling like I
That’s a ripoff, drop the kids off
Why they try’nna figure me out like a jigsaw puzzle
Remember when your cousin used to hustle
He wilding, getting into trouble
Father’ll smack you, mama’ll hug you and say I love you
Tough love, I’m chilling with my
Homies rolling up like
Shoutout to
We were 17 when dreams of pushing bugattis
But I know he got me, homie prolly book that oochie wally
Reminiscing chill with shawty named
Yeah, she was a dream I swear to God my ghetto ballerina
Have you seen her?
Father used to smoke
He even put some kilos when he had to
Shawty always told me that she love me
Crazy how she always
It’s crazy how the story never really told
You hella, I swear to God shawty hella cold
Why you so cold to me
Why you so cold to me
And I’m begging you please stop
Stop
Why you so cold to me
Why you so cold to me
And I’m begging you please
Who made you that way, ya Poppa, Ex, baby-daddy?
After I hit it, see nigga gave you the fatty
You’ve never fucked with a real ‘til you had me
Hop up, throw clothes on then, peel off up in a cabby
But takes two puffs of the reefer before I slide
Can’t hold it down but you want a piece of the pie
You quick to turn up, like a week in July
You the reason why niggas keep a piece on the side
Keep your feet and your eyes on the road
I was thinking we could be together one day
Whether on a bus or we was whippin' in Hyundai
‘Least the pussy was good like cooking on a Sunday
True, my main man said stay cool
That’s the only thing we always know how to do
It’s better things for tomorrow, for tomorrow, so my dawg don’t complain
Nigga charge it to the game
Man these b*tches all the same
I kept it raw so what you leaving for?
Oh you wanna attempt an even score?
Leave you love and keep my needing more?
This ain’t nothing I ain’t seen before
Drown my sorrows in a freaky whore
I done heard pillowtalk in swahili
Been around the block more times than a sidewalk, you feel me?
Ended up a product of an environment full of sinning
Started out pure hearted, but got with it
Jersey to Oslo
I was out with the committee, celebrating my rival to the city, I got talking
to this
My first night in the O, she took me by the hand through streets I ain’t know
Straight to a penthouse home, I’m like: «Damn, you making bread!»
She like: «I share this crib with my ex, no, it’s cool, really, we just friends»
Telling me this while I’m giving you head
I ain’t know, now I give you the shivers on his bed
She lowkey introduced me to him later that spring
He said: «Yo, Ave, I really fuck with that latest shit you did with Fred»
That’s some cold ass business
Now I go to sleep with the queen, she don’t know how I was living
But I wake up in cold sweat from the same dream
Ghost from the past singing: «Why you so cold, Ave?
You killing us»