Bitch I'm too cold
Feel like I've been chose
Tryna go to different states, sell out all the shows
I'mma bag the baddest bitch that's in the front row
Ya man ain't gotta know, hush girl, tip toe
Bitch I'm too cold
Feel like I've been chose
Took your queen with a pawn, you think too slow
I'm big brain homie GPA start with four
Don't tell me what to do, f*ck you I'm grown
I deserve a raise, I make big plays
I just might 1v3 in mid lane
Ain't nobody safe
I'm craving a taste
I'mma lick my fingers, wipe it on my shirt, blood stain
I'm saying y'all cant hang with me, this me taking a break
Come home late do I want rapper or steak
With skills like this easy decision to make
Lyrics cut like a knife, let the beat be the plate
Master everything, love to try something new
Root for other rappers to see what its like to lose
You cant keep me down I blow smoke on my wounds
I mean I smoke purp
I'm smoking on a bruise
Ooh ooh ooh
Bitch I'm too cold
Feel like I been chose
I got two phones, two calls, two tones
I cant pass the rock, like to ball on my own
They say eat my heart out
Gotta let it thaw, it's froze
Bitch I'm too cold
But I bring the heat
I could give you six albums in three weeks
I don't need to talk, I let my skills speak
Blow your mind, brains everywhere
You thinking on your feet
Better watch your mouth
Don't speak on my name
Once I catch your scent you're the only one to blame
We can shoot like 2k if you wanna play them games
I'm Nightwing with the sticks
I'm Santa on the reins
Bitch I'm too cold
Feel like I've been chose
Tryna go to different states, sell out all the shows
I'mma bag the baddest bitch that's in the front row
Ya man ain't gotta know, hush girl, tip toe
Bitch I'm too cold
Feel like I've been chose
Took your queen with a pawn, you think too slow
I'm big brain homie GPA start with four
Don't tell me what to do, f*ck you, I'm grown
Bitch I'm feeling cold
Someone the the police
I just caught a chill, made me feel like Victor Fries
But ain't no caped crusader round here to save you from me
Do it just like bane, whoop yo ass in a fleece
I can feel em staring, quit looking at my sheet
I told you not to test me, now look at you tryna cheat
You go to the streets, I go to ivy
Basically I'm telling you that you ain't in my league
I spit straight bars, set off all the sensors
There's a good chance alot of em might've missed ya
I cant see you up here IQ too high I'm in mensa
I just hear a beat and I snap like avengers
Eat a beat for dinner
Bitch I'm too cold
Feel like I've been chose
Tryna go to different states, sell out all the shows
I'mma bag the baddest bitch that's in the front row
Ya man ain't gotta know, hush girl, tip toe
Bitch I'm too cold
Feel like I been chose
I got two phones, two calls, two tones
I cant pass the rock, like to ball on my own
They say eat my heart out
Gotta let it thaw, it's froze
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English
Bitch I'm too cold
Feel like I've been chose
Tryna go to different states, sell out all the shows
I'mma bag the baddest bitch that's in the front row
Ya man ain't gotta know, hush girl, tip toe
Bitch I'm too cold
Feel like I've been chose
Took your queen with a pawn, you think too slow
I'm big brain homie GPA start with four
Don't tell me what to do, f*ck you I'm grown
I deserve a raise, I make big plays
I just might 1v3 in mid lane
Ain't nobody safe
I'm craving a taste
I'mma lick my fingers, wipe it on my shirt, blood stain
I'm saying y'all cant hang with me, this me taking a break
Come home late do I want rapper or steak
With skills like this easy decision to make
Lyrics cut like a knife, let the beat be the plate
Master everything, love to try something new
Root for other rappers to see what its like to lose
You cant keep me down I blow smoke on my wounds
I mean I smoke purp
I'm smoking on a bruise
Ooh ooh ooh
Bitch I'm too cold
Feel like I been chose
I got two phones, two calls, two tones
I cant pass the rock, like to ball on my own
They say eat my heart out
Gotta let it thaw, it's froze
Bitch I'm too cold
But I bring the heat
I could give you six albums in three weeks
I don't need to talk, I let my skills speak
Blow your mind, brains everywhere
You thinking on your feet
Better watch your mouth
Don't speak on my name
Once I catch your scent you're the only one to blame
We can shoot like 2k if you wanna play them games
I'm Nightwing with the sticks
I'm Santa on the reins
Bitch I'm too cold
Feel like I've been chose
Tryna go to different states, sell out all the shows
I'mma bag the baddest bitch that's in the front row
Ya man ain't gotta know, hush girl, tip toe
Bitch I'm too cold
Feel like I've been chose
Took your queen with a pawn, you think too slow
I'm big brain homie GPA start with four
Don't tell me what to do, f*ck you, I'm grown
Bitch I'm feeling cold
Someone the the police
I just caught a chill, made me feel like Victor Fries
But ain't no caped crusader round here to save you from me
Do it just like bane, whoop yo ass in a fleece
I can feel em staring, quit looking at my sheet
I told you not to test me, now look at you tryna cheat
You go to the streets, I go to ivy
Basically I'm telling you that you ain't in my league
I spit straight bars, set off all the sensors
There's a good chance alot of em might've missed ya
I cant see you up here IQ too high I'm in mensa
I just hear a beat and I snap like avengers
Eat a beat for dinner
Bitch I'm too cold
Feel like I've been chose
Tryna go to different states, sell out all the shows
I'mma bag the baddest bitch that's in the front row
Ya man ain't gotta know, hush girl, tip toe
Bitch I'm too cold
Feel like I been chose
I got two phones, two calls, two tones
I cant pass the rock, like to ball on my own
They say eat my heart out
Gotta let it thaw, it's froze
Feel like I've been chose
Tryna go to different states, sell out all the shows
I'mma bag the baddest bitch that's in the front row
Ya man ain't gotta know, hush girl, tip toe
Bitch I'm too cold
Feel like I've been chose
Took your queen with a pawn, you think too slow
I'm big brain homie GPA start with four
Don't tell me what to do, f*ck you I'm grown
I deserve a raise, I make big plays
I just might 1v3 in mid lane
Ain't nobody safe
I'm craving a taste
I'mma lick my fingers, wipe it on my shirt, blood stain
I'm saying y'all cant hang with me, this me taking a break
Come home late do I want rapper or steak
With skills like this easy decision to make
Lyrics cut like a knife, let the beat be the plate
Master everything, love to try something new
Root for other rappers to see what its like to lose
You cant keep me down I blow smoke on my wounds
I mean I smoke purp
I'm smoking on a bruise
Ooh ooh ooh
Bitch I'm too cold
Feel like I been chose
I got two phones, two calls, two tones
I cant pass the rock, like to ball on my own
They say eat my heart out
Gotta let it thaw, it's froze
Bitch I'm too cold
But I bring the heat
I could give you six albums in three weeks
I don't need to talk, I let my skills speak
Blow your mind, brains everywhere
You thinking on your feet
Better watch your mouth
Don't speak on my name
Once I catch your scent you're the only one to blame
We can shoot like 2k if you wanna play them games
I'm Nightwing with the sticks
I'm Santa on the reins
Bitch I'm too cold
Feel like I've been chose
Tryna go to different states, sell out all the shows
I'mma bag the baddest bitch that's in the front row
Ya man ain't gotta know, hush girl, tip toe
Bitch I'm too cold
Feel like I've been chose
Took your queen with a pawn, you think too slow
I'm big brain homie GPA start with four
Don't tell me what to do, f*ck you, I'm grown
Bitch I'm feeling cold
Someone the the police
I just caught a chill, made me feel like Victor Fries
But ain't no caped crusader round here to save you from me
Do it just like bane, whoop yo ass in a fleece
I can feel em staring, quit looking at my sheet
I told you not to test me, now look at you tryna cheat
You go to the streets, I go to ivy
Basically I'm telling you that you ain't in my league
I spit straight bars, set off all the sensors
There's a good chance alot of em might've missed ya
I cant see you up here IQ too high I'm in mensa
I just hear a beat and I snap like avengers
Eat a beat for dinner
Bitch I'm too cold
Feel like I've been chose
Tryna go to different states, sell out all the shows
I'mma bag the baddest bitch that's in the front row
Ya man ain't gotta know, hush girl, tip toe
Bitch I'm too cold
Feel like I been chose
I got two phones, two calls, two tones
I cant pass the rock, like to ball on my own
They say eat my heart out
Gotta let it thaw, it's froze
Writer: Isaiah McAllister
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid