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As Cold As It Gets [Prod. By Monte Booker]
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Jay2
Jay2
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jeffrey Smith
Jeffrey Smith
Songwriter:in
Ahmanti Booker
Ahmanti Booker
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
monte booker
monte booker
Produzent:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Run it
Yeah, yeah, ooh
Yeah, yeah
Ooh yeah
[Verse 2]
Oh, I'm dunkin' like it's six in the morning
Me? I pipe till six, and she moaning
Live my life just like it is golden
I lead the way, they follow, I'm Moses
All on the dash, she clutchin' the stick
I blow out her back, she feel like she rich
I'm poppin' the tag, Off-White like a brick
Expensive cloth, you joke like a skit
I'm gassin', but she ain't as cold as it gets
She throw it, and you know I catch it like Fitz
I'm givin' her fits
[Verse 3]
Ooh, it's slime like Morty and Rick
Ooh, pacin' back and forth, coupe white
No Stacy, Dash or Floyd, and shout out Monte, that's my boy
It don't cost a thing, and she Milian
Calamari with the shrimp in Milan
Came around the world, was just on the 9, sheesh
She bounce that ass, then back to recline
She bounce that ass, then back to recline
Yeah, I'm ace in the deck
She made sure that I'ma need the neck
All this love, where's Raymond at?
Major Payne, where's Damon at?
You can't be draining my energy
Pull up infinity, Blade like Trinity
Freak name Kennedy, spit shine
Goosebumps, I'm R.L. Stine
Smoke out the pound, she wetter than paint
This drip in the tank, I'm right on the lake
We fuck then we break, then back to the game
She tryna tap in, she wanna get slayed, ooh
[Verse 4]
Ooh, I'm dunkin' like it's six in the morning
Me? I pipe till six, and she moaning
Live my life just like it is golden
I lead the way, they follow, I'm Moses
All on the dash, she clutchin' the stick
I blow out her back, she feel like she rich
I'm poppin' the tag, Off-White like a brick
Expensive cloth, you joke like a skit
I'm gassin', but she ain't as cold as it gets
She throw it, and you know I catch it like Fitz
I'm givin' her fits
[Verse 5]
Ooh, broccoli, I'm smokin' broccoli, yeah
Who is this bitch keep callin' me? yeah
Pussy monster, call me Sullivan, yeah
She made the roster, I'm subbin' her in
Rick Owens, what I cover me in
Rose Gold like I grew from cement
White toes and the nails is spent
She explodes, so she worship the dick
Laughin' to the bank, yeah, I had to plank
Movin' up in ranks, clean it up like rakes
Stack it up today, pussy I don't chase
Tony Hawk, I skate, and she feed me grapes
Jay Gatsby, Jay got speed
And I got speed, I don't go to sleep
Steve Harvey, Steve Harvey
Bitch a Barbie, never starving
Stomach carvin', all up in her guts
Cum bucket from the way she eat the nut
Come fuck with me, she doin' what she must
Pop it like ace, the way I make her buss
VVS fallin' all in lust, ooh
[Verse 6]
Ooh, I'm dunkin' like it's six in the morning
Me? I pipe till six, and she moaning
Live my life just like it is golden
I lead the way, they follow, I'm Moses
All on the dash, she clutchin' the stick
I blow out her back, she feel like she rich
I'm poppin' the tag, Off-White like a brick
Expensive cloth, you joke like a skit
I'm gassin', but she ain't as cold as it gets
She throw it, and you know I catch it like Fitz
Written by: Ahmanti Booker, Jeffrey Smith
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