Cold Shoulder Lyrics
MoneyBagg Yo
Yea. Back to the basics. I can't escape it nahThey like they understand me better when I speak it rawI'm thinking bout how deep it get from digging in my thoughtsBut then again I already know what come with being a bossI'm whispering in her ear. Saying I love youI'm gonna do better. Kissing her lipsBuy her a bag and then we fuck she like boy you a tripWhy you think you can fix everything with your dick and giftsBarely say no to my kids. Been like that since I birthed emDeMoney a spitting image of me. His momma say I cursed emChanges and blessing come with time cause that what life bringDidn't understand that shit clear enough til I made SpringI got bitches lying on my name trying they best to get some cloutNiggas think its swisher sweet til I break those choppers outFamily never asked for my number but now they reaching outPost a picture with some money they screen shot it trying to countI ain't fucking with no rappers I'm sticking to the planCame in with my day ones, that's how I'm gonna leaveTavo, Danjoe, G. Been through it all with meSat on the bench beside me so its a must they ball with meShit don't even be what it look like. It just be seeming perfectSometimes I ask where the love at but Don't mean I'm searchingI hate that I gave it attention knowing it didn't deserve itDid a diagnostic check and all my buttons workingWhy you telling her the business when you go laying up with herAin't talking to no pillow especially about my niggasTake a certain type of nigga to relate to what I'm feelingI'm just venting to myself smoking staring at the ceilingI'm gangsta from the heart. Started from the guttaRobbing niggas stealing cars. I'm so glad I played it smartI'm gangsta from the heart. Beat the odds a million timesDa struggle made a stars. Make em feel it bar for barTold em. Didn't believe me so I showed emI'm smashing on the gas got no plans of pulling overWrap my hands around my arm. Got the world in my palmsForced me to go numb. I give em cold shoulderYou dead to me I had to go stiff. Overtime putting in long hoursI don't come off the shiftThey hate so hard in my neighborhood wanna do me like NipPray I ain't looking at a friend if I gotta empty da clipTalk to Gotti on the phone he like look bruh leave it aloneBut I can't stay away the trenches where I feel at homeI do it first, they gravitate. These rap niggas my protegeI never hate... 762s penetrate, drum sound like an 808Boom. She went against the rules. Fucked the opposition dudeI know we ain't together but I still don't feel that its coolGuess you ran outta weapons cause now you trying to use my sonEverything don't need a response. I'm just done