Cold Lyrics – YSB Tril
Singer: YSB Tril
Title: Cold
(Chorus: Kevin Powers)
I’m back on the road, ya dig
She blowin up my phone, ya dig
My wrist is so froze, ya dig
You know I’m keepin it cold lil b*t*h
I’m on my own lil b*t*h
New city new show lil b*t*h
Hit it then ghost lil b*t*h
I’m keepin it cold, ya dig, yea
I’m back on the road, ya dig
She blowin up my phone, ya dig
My wrist is so froze, ya dig
You know I’m keepin it cold lil b*t*h
I’m on my own lil b*t*h
New city new show lil b*t*h
Hit it then ghost lil b*t*h
I’m keepin it cold, ya dig, yea
She touchin her toes, ya dig
Lil Trilly gon blow, lil b*t*h
Ice on my neck, a young n***a froze
Ain’t nobody cold as this
I’m doing numbers, don’t know why they mad
I got these b*t*hes calling that’s a fact
A n***a want problems, no he don’t want that
Cause my n***as quick to go get on your ass, huh
Me and my dogs we been chasing this money, just tryna go get to them bands
I need a b*t*h who gon love me for me I swear all of these b*t*hes just fans
N***as gon claim that you friends but behind your back that ain’t really your mans
A n***a on top and he feeling like Tecca it look like I did it again
N***a no killing me
You ain’t my fam I ain’t shaking no hands, no
[?] be gripping me
Know I’m that n***a that stay in the trenches
I got the juice Tropicana
So I put the juice in that phantom
Lil shawty she meetin the standards
Cause she ride it good with no hands, yea
(Chorus: Kevin Powers)
I’m back on the road, ya dig
She blowin up my phone, ya dig
My wrist is so froze, ya dig
You know I’m keepin it cold lil b*t*h
I’m on my own lil b*t*h
New city new show lil b*t*h
Hit it then ghost lil b*t*h
I’m keepin it cold, ya dig, yea
I’m back on the road, ya dig
She blowin up my phone, ya dig
My wrist is so froze, ya dig
You know I’m keepin it cold lil b*t*h
I’m on my own lil b*t*h
New city new show lil b*t*h
Hit it then ghost lil b*t*h
I’m keepin it cold, ya dig, yea
Verse 2: Kevin Powers)
Lil shawty so bad, she ain’t got manners
Ball in the Carolinas like a Panther
Everything [?], my money my standards
She throw it back I swear shawty a dancer
Give me a rack, I’ma flip it
I just be ballin my shawty a witness
I’ma [?] lil b*t*h, that’s why I’m winnin
She fell in love with the way that I’m livin
She on my phone again
Looks like I’m on again
Keep it, I’m going again
I’m back on the road again
This is the life I live
Don’t talk bout a wife lil b*t*h
Lil boat one night lil b*t*h
Make her shoot her shot like Mike lil b*t*h
(Chorus: Kevin Powers)
I’m back on the road, ya dig
She blowin up my phone, ya dig
My wrist is so froze, ya dig
You know I’m keepin it cold lil b*t*h
I’m on my own lil b*t*h
New city new show lil b*t*h
Hit it then ghost lil b*t*h
I’m keepin it cold, ya dig, yea
I’m back on the road, ya dig
She blowin up my phone, ya dig
My wrist is so froze, ya dig
You know I’m keepin it cold lil b*t*h
I’m on my own lil b*t*h
New city new show lil b*t*h
Hit it then ghost lil b*t*h
I’m keepin it cold, ya dig, yea
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