Lyrics Cold Summer - Rory Fresco

Cold Summer

Hey, Double R’s make me rotate rotate
Am I a broke nigga?
no way
I heard them niggas over there need AllState
Globetrottin baby I hit all states
Roadrunnin baby I need no lace
Cold summer man this shit a cold case
Whole summer all I do is go to Chase
The Forgiatos look like fucking rollerblades (skate)
I walked in Playhouse with my poker face
Dont let them Rose bottles go to waste
Couple instagram models back to the place
VVS diamonds and choker chains
Got a VVS diamond stuck in my face
Trip out to the island, propellor plane
Took a trip to the island, hella waves
Hey hey hey
Big body Wraith
Its not too many things i chase
Just the 1942
With the pink Rose
Shawty coming back to my place
Back to back porsches nigga lets have a race
Lifestyle important baby give you a taste
Another backwood to the face and im resting my case
Ooh
VS1 charm just to keep my cool
Had to buy another bag just to keep my boo
Fuck what they say bitch i been paid my dues
6'2 stand on the money 9'2
Married to the money, I do
Hold up, let it breath, give me room
Who the realest nigga in the room?
Clean i clean like a broom
Clean im cleaner than a groom
Lean, she eat it off a spoon
Miami view, ten thousand a room
Bitch i got hops how i jumped out of the coupe
My dogs with me til we die, you gotta get jumped out of the group
Im on this hennessy
Im in the club, I got a PSA
Ima stand up on the seat and say
Hey hey hey
Big body Wraith
Its not too many things i chase
Just the 1942
With the pink Rose
Shawty coming back to my place
Back to back porsches nigga lets have a race
Lifestyle important baby give you a taste
Another backwood to the face and im resting my case