Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cold , by - Sam LachowRelease date: 30.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cold |
| No drawls on your girl I’m goosing her |
| God’s child but I’m horny as Lucifer |
| So hung, that she thought I was noosing her |
| Come her, treat my life like a booster chair |
| Dark skin, but she Punky Brewster hair |
| Cut a Mohawk, now she got rooster hair |
| I hear moaning from the bathroom, who’s in there? |
| Know at least one bow wanna… in there (?) |
| When I step in the room they think Zeus in here |
| How I piss them all off, I’m the goose in here |
| They call me Nacho, just like Libre |
| Invite your BFF, we can have us a three-way |
| The lines last forever, we can have us a freeway |
| I stick to the plan, I’ll be downed if I pre-pay |
| He brave, kissed the mouth full of bj’s |
| She just left the Moor Gang, sexing |
| For three days |
| Merry fucking Christmas |
| Let’s kill this bottle in like four or five minutes |
| You stay the night, at least do the fucking dishes |
| I say that to the |
| Misses |
| You don’t like white boys? |
| I promise you I’m different |
| You don’t know that shit |
| Big business, I’m a grown ass kid |
| You don’t notice, you bogus |
| So let’s take a long ride |
| Hop in the whip, you roll with Sammy tonight |
| Now tell your man take a hike |
| Kid I’m an artist when I spark it |
| Picasso on a bong bowl |
| It’s Rembrandt on a blunt wrap |
| Got them all singing along though |
| Flick that Bic my dude, can’t you see that it’s a snow day |
| Fingers barely moving, still I Monet when I roll J’s |
| It’s ok, take a seat, grab your sleigh, blow that sweet |
| If we have some problems they melted like snow under our feet |
| Grown ass kids, still smoking in the cold |
| Man you only live once, might as well never get old |