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Andre Ivey - So Cold Lyrics

(Yea yea yea yea yea)
(That my nigga Renegade Gutta shit)
(GradeA on the beat you know it’s bunkin’)

Yea
These streets colder than December yea I swear they is
I don’t remember hitting shorty but that lil bitch said I did
Everything I say I did I prolly did, F and N
Got so many sticks in
Got so many drums niggas asking me what band I’m in, no percussion
Bitch I’m bussin’ that’s a big fact
I don’t want yo bitch dawg you can get yo bitch back
Everything designer but it’s mix match
Gucci this, Prada that
All I hear is a lot of this, and a lot of that
Stop with all that cap or get fitted for a tux all black
In a caddy with yo family in the back
I pray to God take these racks and bring my granny back
Til then I’m just riding in that

Lambo drop top middle finger screaming fuck thе po po
If you think bout taking my top off then that’s a no go
Seem like I can go nowhere these days without that 4-4
Gotta keep the heat close, cause these streets be so cold
Lambo drop top middle finger screaming fuck the po po
If you think bout taking my top off then that’s a no go
Seem like I can go nowhere these days without the 4-4
Gotta keep that heat close, cause these streets is so cold
Gotta keep the heat close I feel like old Lebron
I just started rapping, Amazon I’m in my prime
Crazy I assist but I’ll never drop a dime
And how he trust them 5’s but he could never trust a dime
Charlotte throw them 4’s that I ain’t y’all niggas local
Drunk off of four loko
Rap game in a choke hold
Swear my shit be burr burr
Lyrics need a fur coat
Dick so deep in her throat, surprised she still ain’t choked tho
Nothing like my old hoe
Stretching on a 4-0
Try me guess he don’t know
I been sending shots since I was lil I’m a pro pro
Every since I lost that boy Khalil I been so cold, frozen

Lambo drop top middle finger screaming fuck the po po
If you think bout taking my top off then that’s a no go
Seem like I can go nowhere these days without that 4-4
Gotta keep the heat close, cause these streets be so cold
Lambo drop top middle finger screaming fuck the po po
If you think bout taking my top off then that’s a no go
Seem like I can go nowhere these days without the 4-4
Gotta keep that heat close, cause these streets is so cold

The street cold, bullets hot
Nigga play and he goin die
No I can’t leave off the block
Til I’m done selling all my rock
Run down on his ass with that Glock
Aye niggas dying every day cause pussy boys they scared to box
I shoot I aim at ya locs
Boy you get money or not
Aye free cash-o that boy hot
Imma hit the dash in the drop
I ain’t never follow rules and you wonder why a nigga holla fuck all the cops, and fuck all the opps
All of my niggas they on go mode
Yea she thick, but I just want her deep throat
Say he goin take off my top, but it’s all cap tho
But I can never leave the house without my drako (I can’t slack like that)
Lambo drop top middle finger screaming fuck the po po
If you think bout taking my top off then that’s a no go
Seem like I can go nowhere these days without that 4-4
Gotta keep the heat close, cause these streets be so cold
Lambo drop top middle finger screaming fuck the po po
If you think bout taking my top off then that’s a no go
Seem like I can go nowhere these days without the 4-4
Gotta keep that heat close, cause these streets is so cold