Ibn Inglor - COLD STORM lyrics

rate me

Cold storm

Living live of a don, I showed my momma

How I got these bitches, making all of my commas

Bitches all on my dick, right, ‘cause I’m the shit, right

And I make real shit right and you bring your whole click right

Tonight's the night we live life, throw that dress on, make it tight

Make it fit, bitch, ‘cause you impressing me

I'll lose control you keep pressing me

This the party of the year, grab the jeep

Grab the Porsche, hit the motherfucking gear

Grab my motherfucking beer, Soho, Uptown, I rose in a year

GawdsSpeed we in here, GawdsSpeed we in here

We just took our time, never fear, never fear the roads

This path’s getting clearer boy, we look in the mirror, boy

The fairest in the land, you drop hella late, we don't hear you, boy

Riding on a bike in a cold storm

Cold storm

Riding on a bike in a cold storm

Cold storm

Riding on a bike in a cold storm

Cold storm

Riding on a bike in a cold storm

Cold storm

Riding on a bike in a cold storm

Cold storm

Riding on a bike in a cold storm

Cold storm

Riding on a bike in a cold storm

Cold storm

Riding on a bike in a cold storm

Cold storm

These bitches lying, why these bitches lying

These niggas lying, just keep on lying

Why these bitches lying, why they keep on lying

Why these niggas lying, why they keep on lying

They never sending shots, they never cooking coke in a pot, yeah

Whipping in the spot, we shut the whole block down

We got the whole lot popping, who the fuck gonna stop me

Shit, ain't nobody gonna stop me, shit, I ain't even gonna stop me

Bitch, I ain't even done talking, yeah, don't ever interrupt me, nigga

I had to deal with a couple niggas that love interrupting niggas

Got the whole club bussing, nigga, Juan got the mag and he bussing, nigga

…gardens we don't fuck with niggas, we don't tussle, niggas

Straight buckle boy, new wave in the jungle

Riding on a bike in a cold storm

Cold storm