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Az Chike - Cold Shoulder Lyrics

Cold Shoulder Lyrics[Verse 1: Lil 2z]
Nigga meet me, we can't do this through the phone
This nigga set up, I can hear it in his tone
Lose dog, no collar, I be sniffin' for them bones
And I dont gotta lie for shit, you can go and ask my jone
Tell mama I'm a hustler, I get it on my own
She say "you ain't gotta tell me baby I already know"
Its beauty in the struggle but the pain is all I know
But there's alot of feelings I'll never ever show
It was me and my lil brother we was both sharing a mattress
A lotta shit we went through I wish woulda never happened
Everything you hear, dont deserve a fuckin' reaction
I just kick my feet up cause all this shit keep me laughing

[Verse 2: AzChike]
I just hit the P with the powder cause he be taxin'
Hit his bitch, another score, another basket
You supposed to be a gangster but you acting like a bad bitch
Swervin' with a thot, she gon' fuck me cause I'm savage
All white, this that Bobby and that Whitney
I dont fuck with them rats, all them bitches actin' Mickey
I don't beef on the net, tell a nigga come get me
You don't want see this big chop hanging out the Bentley, aye
Shit still wilin' out when I'm sober
Ballin, hit the Gucci store with a floater
She wanna show off so I guess I gotta show her
Now that I'm hot, bitches gettin' cold shoulders

[Verse 3: Lil 2z]
It ain't shit to get the chopstick cranking like it's a motor
I'm in public, with the gang, got a very disturbing odor
Started fuckin' with 'em drugs, got me moving a little slower
I ain't fuckin' with no squares, not even on my controllers
Aye, aye
I finna fuck her, I dont know her
If she tryna set me up than imma hit her with the blower
Bitch you not even that bad, bring your standards a little lower
(Bitch you not even that bad, bring your standards a little lower)

[Verse 4: AzChike]
Aye
Gut a pig with this poker
I'm balling up in Neimans, tell 'em put me on a poster
My niggas chain hang, what the fuck is a chocker
Gun so hot, the bitch melt through the holster
Bitch I do it big, you do it cheap
I be rich when I'm woke and Im rich when I'm sleep, sheesh
Put a broke nigga on his feet
Snooze on me I bring the sleeper where you sleep, nigga