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Max B – So Cold

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Lyric Max B – So Cold

[Intro: Max B]
Paul Couture, Max Biggavel
This what we sound like baby (Couture)

[Chorus: Max B]
I’m so cold
Baby, why your blood zero below?
No matter how many tries
Nobody really ever sees us unless we froze
She said nigga, “You got a mouth like gold
But your heart like snow, you’re so cold”
See I got a thing for you and I can’t let go, I’m goin’ home

[Verse 1: Max B]
They recommended semi-automatic weapons
Tradition, fuck a second amendment as long as they legal
They independent niggas
Hands in the sin box, dealers and killas tryna make a play
She ain’t get the best of me, schemin’ like a refugee
Daddy what’s the password? Screamin’ “Open sesame”
Ain’t a nigga fuck it yet, Bigga you the first
I be bangin’, she be buckin’ back
They ain’t give me nuttin’ yeah
They just say the same shit
We just play the games
Speak my name Don Biggie, it came to change
Nigga, we came, saw, conquered
[?] quit music, God is my mantra
Pop out your closet like boogie monster
Workin’ like Fonda, workin’ like a sponser
Leavin’ in a Cadillac, pulled up in a Honda
Said her name was Lexis, Mama named Shonda
Fuck for a couple 150 dollar massages, yeah

[Chorus: Max B]
I’m so cold
Baby, why your blood zero below?
No matter how many tries
Nobody really ever sees us unless we froze
She said nigga, “You got a mouth like gold
But your heart like snow, you’re so cold”
See I got a thing for you and I can’t let go, I’m goin’ home

[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Yeah, I got a lotta flavor
You could tell that it’s me from a block or two
Yeah, look, I got a lotta haters
So you know my body bitch, I keep a Glock or two
Ooh, and this rockstar shit get dangerous
So I’ma move how I gotta move
Yeah, I’ma rockstar but some gangster niggas wit’ me to shoot who I tell ’em to
If you feel a way, nigga spin the block
Spin the block and hit his [?]
I got everything in Saint Laurent
And Louboutin, Louis flip flops, ah
All my prices gettin’ hot
And I’m gettin’ hot with a pop star, ah
I got different color whips and all my watches iced out, yeah
This my lifestyle now

[Chorus: Max B]
I’m so cold
Baby, why your blood zero below?
No matter how many tries
Nobody really ever sees us unless we froze
She said nigga, “You got a mouth like gold
But your heart like snow, you’re so cold”
See I got a thing for you and I can’t let go, I’m goin’ home

[Verse 3: Max B]
His body hit the dash, came from the second floor
Nigga lit, I hit a swig, ridin’ late night
Clear my conscience
Baby steady hittin’ up the phone
Player racked with guilt, bring a half of gallon milk
Niggas came around it’s built
Got a crew of niggas that’ll squeeze if I tell ’em to
Couple of ’em felons too
Knowing they can send me back, drama coke cleared out
Now that she can hear me rap, mama want a big house
Baby said she want a bag, she ain’t never earned it
Told her to earn the profit, but she ain’t never turned it
Nigga, don’t be lookin’ so concerned
Drink the Henny, ’cause it burn
Blow the dope we get, never do the opiates
Icy like a Mountain Dew, colder than the Soviet
50 to 100,000 a show we get
Every flow we spit, niggas duplicate
Fuck around, shoot your face
Niggas be movin’ records, we movin’ weight
I’m so cold

[Chorus: Max B]
I’m so cold
Baby, why your blood zero below?
No matter how many tries
Nobody really ever sees us unless we froze
She said nigga, “You got a mouth like gold
But your heart like snow, you’re so cold”
See I got a thing for you and I can’t let go, I’m goin’ home

[Outro]
Uh, yeah, I love that shit baby
Cold blooded baby, the cold nigga Biggavel
A Boogie, what’s happenin’ baby?
Paul Couture
Let that motherfucker ride

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