Its Cold Out Lyrics

She ain't even pregnant, but I made her pop a tester

Tell me she don't like how I move, givin' lectures

Chose up, say her last folks, he a weenie

John Cena, y'all little niggas can't see me

Big bag Houdini and these niggas wanna be me

It's cold out, but she got on gloves and a beanie

Big bag Houdini and these niggas wanna be me

It's cold out, but she got on gloves and a beanie

I can tell my neighbor wanna fuck Miss Parker

This big bitch been chasin' after me, Nikki Parker

I'ma put my dick deep in and let my nuts hang

Give her a horse dick, finna fuck her like a Mustang

Online she playin' dumb, gon' fuck off my appearance

We ain't finna clone him, but he had a disappearance

No, you couldn't swim, why you jump in the deep end

In here with some sharks, tell my niggas get to eatin

He know that we been lookin' for his ass, where's Waldo

He like metal jackets, but he died from a hollow

Don't care, she suck, only care, she swallow

God of this music shit, call me Apollo

She been talkin' freaky on her story, I'ma swipe up

How y'all let them come down, y'all block, better pipe up

In my room just me and my boss, I finna type up

Finna bust a nut, then she gon' give my dick a wipe up

She ain't even pregnant, but I made her pop a tester

Tell me she don't like how I move, givin' lectures

Chose up, say her last, folks, he a weenie

John Cena, y'all little niggas can't see me

Big bag Houdini and these niggas wanna be me

It's cold out, but she got on gloves and a beanie

Big bag Houdini and these niggas wanna be me

It's cold out, but she got on gloves and a beanie