S/Sam Lachow/Cold ft. Ryan Campbell & Nacho Picasso
[Verse 1: Nacho Picasso] No drawls on your girl I'm goosing her God's child but I'm horny as Lucifer So hung, that she thought I was noosing her Come her, treat my life like a booster chair Dark skin, but she Punky Brewster hair Cut a Mohawk, now she got rooster hair I hear moaning from the bathroom, who's in there? Know at least one bow wanna... in there(?) When I step in the room they think Zeus in here How I piss them all off, I'm the goose in here They call me Nacho, just like Libre Invite your BFF, we can have us a three-way The lines last forever, we can have us a freeway I stick to the plan, I'll be downed if I pre-pay He brave, kissed the mouth full of bj's She just left the Moor Gang, sexing For three days
[Verse 2: Sam Lachow] Merry fucking Christmas Let's kill this bottle in like four or five minutes You stay the night, at least do the fucking dishes I say that to the Misses You don't like white boys? I promise you I'm different You don't know that shit Big business, I'm a grown ass kid You don't notice, you bogus So let's take a long ride Hop in the whip, you roll with Sammy tonight Now tell your man take a hike
[Verse 3: Ryan Campbell] Kid I'm an artist when I spark it Picasso on a bong bowl It's Rembrandt on a blunt wrap Got them all singing along though Flick that Bic my dude, can't you see that it's a snow day Fingers barely moving, still I Monet when I roll J's It's ok, take a seat, grab your sleigh, blow that sweet If we have some problems they melted like snow under our feet Grown ass kids, still smoking in the cold Man you only live once, might as well never get oldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
