Paroles: The Coldest Playboy

Froze hearted, she left me out for dead
They left me out for dead, just like my mama told me
I'm back on road, I'm like, fuck a friendship
That's a costly pleasure, I can't afford no homies
Niggas plotted on me, damn near laid on me
I was beggin' 'em for my shot and niggas played on me
I'm back on road, tellin' them wait on it
I call the shots now and I make the plays on it

Lied to my bitch so much, I'm startin' to believe it
I done brought her one Chanel, then she got conceited
At school, I was sellin' dope to students and the teachers
I'm a self-made nigga, bitch, you wanna leave, then leave me
Got my heart broken, bitch, and threw me back in savage mode
If she ever let me fuck again, it be a grab-and-go
Woulda held it down but, bitch, you got me lookin' goofy
The way I'm feelin', see your man, it might just slap his Kufi off
Niggas think I'm wildin', they should see me out in action
Stop sign on my hip for niggas seein' me in traffic
You don't get no points for pullin' faggot moves
It's cat and mouse, out with this cheese, I call it rata-tool
Watchin' out for feds, I gotta keep some dawgs with me
Niggas swoop and sneak, they'll lay down and get robbed with you
Used to hit that pot up with that finger-roll
Shit, I used to hit that pot up with that finger-roll
Lied to myself so much, I'm startin' to believe it
I tell her that I'm dippin' when we both know I ain't leavin'
Tell her that I'm faithful, we both know that I'm cheatin'
I been keepin' this shit hunnid since like '93
Live from the trap, bitch, I ain't supposed to be here
I get caught with certain guys, and they gon' give me three years
Lil' nigga break his arm fuckin' with that kickback
Niggas stole our cousin from us, now we want our lick back
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