COLD

KIRA ZEN

(Cold)

This some 11 shit
I keep me some angels by my side I swear they heaven sent
If we find a way to compromise then we'll be hella rich
I been on my grind so we just made this sound so excellent
I see this girl fine when we locked eyes I got her wet as shit!
She gone suck my dry and tell me lies like this forever shit
This feel like Mayweather fist

Only smokin' L's I need my wins bitch can't you tell
I'm on my shit
Grip on my belt she want this dick
Fell to her knees, fuck corporate

She want this seed she ordered it
That red beam lit, recorded it
Think she some off the border chick, some foreign bitch
Had to swim deep in that pussy like a nigga snorkelin'
She gone ride me in the sea like I got me a dorsal fin

I'm cold like some northern shit
I'm cold like an orphanage
I'm cold I was born with wind
I'm cold like that porcelain, my fork in it!

She can't speak, but she like meat, so you know that I'm porkin' it
No forcin' it, if she want it then she stretch contortionist