Cold

“I’m Cold”
(Yamine)
(Intro)
Man ya’ll some haters
You people already hatin’ on my swag

(Hook)
Watch me blow, I’m so cold
Bitches come to me when I’m low
I be high in the sky
Bitches know when I come by
We be on in a zone shooting shots up in a phone
It’s already getting hot up in this building It needs to be cold

(Verse 1: Yamine)
I’m up in a building
Weed smell in the ceiling
Taking shots around the blocks you niggas are make believing
Comin’ from the shadows muthafuckers think I’m gone
Smelling so good naw shawty it’s my new cologne
Take the fire, I don’t retire
It is so hot, I’m smellin’ all that pot
Please turn on the air you niggas aren’t fair
If you don’t I will turn yo bitch to a bear
You niggas are so curious
Ya’ll think I’m not serious but wait intil I come to your house where the Sears is

(HookX2)

(Verse 2: Yamine)
Spitting these bars
Gus ain’t goin’ far
These people a hater
They look like craters
All this stuff is on my mind
You know i ain’t blind
I just give my chick a message and I ain’t givin’ it kind..
My food is cold, my soul is sold
Making yo mama’s bread smell like mold
You said you wanna come up in my hood and you think bold
I’m so cold. Your man Yamine
I see Gus freestyling looking like a blueberry bee

(HookX3)