Hate When It’s Cold Lyrics – Patrick Cc:
Singer: Patrick Cc:
Title: Hate When It’s Cold
Been a minute since I wasn’t winning
Been a minute since I wasn’t in it
Been a minute since I wasn’t sinnin’
Been a minute since Granny was grinnin’
Been a minute since I was down bad
I was broke than a b#tch on my #ss
They switch up when I got me some cash
They switched up on bro copped be a jag
This year ima buy me a crib
f#ck it might have me a kid
This year I might marry this b#tch
This year ima take me to Ritz
This year ima bust down my wrist
This year ima bust down my b#tch
Yeah we going crazy with this
This year I ain’t taking no sh#t
This year I ain’t taking no sh#t
This year I ain’t taking no sh#t
This year I ain’t taking no sh#t
This year I ain’t taking no sh#t
This year I ain’t taking no sh#t
This year I ain’t taking no sh#t
This year I ain’t taking no sh#t
This year I ain’t taking no sh#t
I hate when it’s cold
I hate when you hang with that n**** that told
I’m on the road
Why you in the left lane b#tch you too slow
I hate him off lean
I hate when she keeps coming up in my dreams
I’m like what do you mean
Can you answer my question don’t leave me on seen
Got a 30 round clip and its ready to pop
Double R, I keep a stick in the box
Spin on his block like we playing slots
I don’t get cold feet ’cause I sleep with my socks
It’s crazy but it’s true
I’m in NYC and I’m loving the view
That boy dirty as hell please don’t step on my shoe
I know that you lying but we act like its true
I know they envious they try to catch me slippin’
When them lights get behind me they know I’m dippin’
That b#tch try to cross me I thought she was Christian
That b#tch try to f#ck me I thought she was Christian
Shorty got the tea but can’t buy a pack of
In the back of the Porsche truck no kizzy
This car got a beam on it and I ain’t miss
I can put my whole team on I ain’t trippin’
Try to run me bro ‘gone have to find out where you stay
He stay that he tough we ‘gone find out today
We don’t aim at his body we aim at his face
Put a switch on the Glock I’ma shoot it like Mace
Already told me boy stay on your toes
JB told me boy just stack up the Rolls
I swear to God I don’t love on these hoes
I pray to God she don’t love on the bros
I told my brother lets go hit up Chase
Let’s bring in the racks today
Told a broke n**** get out my face
I ain’t stopping for sh#t get please out of my way
This year you ‘gone get you a bag
This year you ‘gone get off your #ss
This year you ain’t coming in last
This year you ain’t going outside
This year I ain’t taking no sh#t
This year I ain’t taking no sh#t
This year I ain’t taking no sh#t
This year I ain’t taking no shit
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