Cold Cuts

Beat it
Till she tired like a rim

I’m mike jack
In 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

Nigga I beat the box
And all of these niggas
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 niggas 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 anaemic

And she droppin’ niggas
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
Fallin like she a skydiver
Know that I am her lifeline
Yeah