TooCold - 12AM FLOW (feat. PrinceDevv)

It's too cold, damn Machu why you had to do him like that
Baby Neptune, like nah, we ain't gon' start it like that
For every fuck I had to give, it was hard to get back
And all black space shit with 5% up on that
Don't pull me over for the whip because I bought it like that
Wanna be up on my time, had to tell her get in line
Real pop star nigga like my name, lemon lime
Bad bitch, she a dime, but she cannot get a dime
Till I take her to my world and put that ice in her spine
If you put me on a mission, that's a dub, so let's get it
You might as well forget it, in your life I ain't fittin
I said I wasn't quittin', had him thinkin' I was kiddin
Now they screamin' too cold like my government forbidden
She shakin' ass in the kitchen, had to tell her do the dishes
Tryna go nine yards, same number, but in inches
I ain't the same nigga, new clothes, different bitches
Old bitch in her feelings, cause I'm cold like it's Christmas
Lil' boy, what he on? He ain't know I'm from the trenches
Neptune, hella gone, ducked off, ain't a witness
And this weed hella strong, got a problem, mind yo business
I'm just talkin' on this beat, so you better fuckin' listen
If I touch six figures, I'm gettin' started
Before a nigga speak on too cold, you better park it
And baby, do not sit on that wood, you better spark it
I'm very fundamental with shit, I'm Tony Parker
And every time I step in the room, it's gettin' darker
Let him know, I'ma get where I want, that's on my daughter
I talk a lot about big shit, so get a marker
Smellin' good, now she suckin' a nigga right out the jogger
Now I got her like
She fuckin' with me whenever I'm up in the city like
She pull off with me whenever I'm up in the city like
Ridin' through the city, yeah, we bout to hit the coney
Ridin' with me, you know I keep that thang on me
Slidin' with your bitch, you know she love big homie
Anytime I call, yeah, she comin', never lonely
When you kissin' on your bitch, nigga, how my kids taste
I done put it in her lips and I done skidded on her face
I'm dressed in all green, I got money on my mind
Keep talkin' out your neck, I'ma put that 30 to your spine
Yeah, I talk shit, cause I can back it up
Man, I took your bitch, man, your paper need to stack it up
Countin' all this money, bring trucks, tell him, back it up
Buyin' what I want in a store, tell him, bag it up
Tryin' to compete, but in this race, you ain't fast enough
Prince on my city, all you niggas can't just add it up
Doin' what I want while you doin' what you can
I don't give a fuck, broke nigga, you'a a fan
Your bitch on my dick like
I'm fuckin' on your bitch like
Your bitch in my city like
Ha-ha, too cold, Prince Devv

Written by:
Devon McNair, Matthew Collins

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