Rico Love - Coldest Remix lyrics
rate meFeat. Kevin Gates, Trick Daddy & Trina
Should be on the ground and I love that shit
Money on the grind, man I love that shit
And all these bitches are pretty
But you the coldest bitch in the city
Coldest, coldest bitch in the city
Turn the lights on
Got no problem gettin’ what she ask for
Won’t take sharp, she don’t seem no o-s
Wiz Califa all over her passport
Countries in Europe, she don’t see it all
(Pre-Hook)
And she behind ‘em bags and shoes, she supposed to
But it gotta feel good knowing that a real nigga's right there that'll hold you down
Ain't scared to say that I got you now (I swear, it’s the remix)
(Hook)
Even when you out of town, when you touch down
When you touch down, you be the
Coldest bitch in the city, coldest bitch in the city, coldest bitch in the (x3)
Even when you out of town, when you touch down
When you touch down, you be the
Coldest bitch in the city, coldest bitch in the city, coldest bitch in the (x2)
Coldest bitch in the city, coldest bitch in the city, coldest bitch in the, coldest bitch in the
Yo Kevin Gates,
First class flights, how you fly
You ain’t gotta pay, when you’ll fly you will get down
But I have some three relate and I’ll get down
Run a corner hoop, got a crib and I’ll wip down
Eye browns on your stomach like I’m in a roll chair
Over hoers, I compete, me won’t even feel fair
Designa bag sharper, just a problem in the closet
Jeweler touchin’ down, droppin’ diamonds in the locket
Favor room, make it roll, fine make it so vertical
Room it should lose me in the crib for converting me
No thief use to eat dick like girl food
Total move, quit slow, fat ass,
Put it on you like I’m working home deep hard
Ain’t scared to say that I got you now
(Hook)
(Verse)
Lord know she the best thing, here to make nigga some corn place
Sweet as some cool lake
But why should I’ll be lookin’ my chops
When I could be linkin’ you twice
Tastin’ your flance, kissin’ all over your neck
Roabin’ and suckin’ your chest
We can go to my place
I meet you for a beat it, I eat it while you still in my face
We can do some other thing
I'm freaky deeky I'll make ya come like you never came
See you ain't like them other hoes, so I lick you low
And I be sucking on your pretty toes
How you trumbelin’ and tieselin’
And I’m keepin’ on my hat and my temelins
Why do the thug thing?
And we ain’t got a shower and I
But I’ll make you here spin like you hangin’ from the ceilin’
We can do the bass on
In the kitchen, in the livin’ room
We can do it on youtube for worst hip hop
We can see it on ITunes, we can do a half time on half court
Cuz you gonna need some time out
Cuz if we go on over time
I’mma have to put it down and don’t stop until you pass out
(Verse)
Coldest bitch in the city, I got my own,
Shit we can go fifty-fifty
Rollin’ up sticky, smoke til I’m dizzy
Look at me, come get my tidies a hicky
Trina, the one all the boys dream ‘bout?
It will be a way to clean it out
Bad shit, bitches wouldn’t know a thing about
Show you how you stun hoer
Still hood, make back with the honey spokes
Paris special, we hit the first road
Brakin’ down, weed, rollin’ blunt stone
Made a million of shows
Spend a million on clothes
Still the badest bitch
Still killin’ these hoers
(Hook)
