Cold Cuts

Ye', Ya'

Beat it till she tired like a rim

I'm mike jackin that ass I rock it like Dame dash Yuh

I'm in the cut I get her faded like a trim

Drive like Benz she got class all over me like a rash Yuh

She all over mer like a rash yeah

I'm all over up in the bag yeah

Sleep on me no I got insomnia

Look into his eyes it's on yeah

**** I beat the box and all of these **** they be the box

We never feed the cops since I was a youngin I been a lot

Been a lot funny how the throne have been a weaker spot

Plenty **** on if I aim it I won't miss a shot

If i said it that's my word like spelling bee

She love me like mickie D's

So she open like canopy

Give me brain like a therapist

Please girl remember me like a melody

I been a fiend so give me dope like amphetamine

If I told you you won't believe it her eyes just be so deceiving

Why she acting like she an angel when she know that she a demon

Need some straps if you gon' hit it keep iron upon anemic

And she droppin' **** just like a missile your time is limited with her

Countin on racks never banking on you I swear

And that pussy so wet slide up on you catch you slippin like damn

But she heartless

Don't be catching feelings but approach her with caution

She do it often

And she still ride me like a drive by

Party begin at nighttime

Falling like she a skydiver

Know that I am her lifeline

Yeah