Cold - Fredfades, Moruf, MoShadee

It’s like a jungle sometimes, that make me wonder

Why these shawties always wilding

But always give me they number

Sleeping on a nigga, it remind me of a slumber

Immature lil boy

Why they making noise

Homie always, feeling like I

That’s a ripoff, drop the kids off

Why they try’nna figure me out like a jigsaw puzzle

Remember when your cousin used to hustle

He wilding, getting into trouble

Father’ll smack you, mama’ll hug you and say I love you

Tough love, I’m chilling with my

Homies rolling up like

Shoutout to

We were 17 when dreams of pushing bugattis

But I know he got me, homie prolly book that oochie wally

Reminiscing chill with shawty named

Yeah, she was a dream I swear to God my ghetto ballerina

Have you seen her?

Father used to smoke

He even put some kilos when he had to

Shawty always told me that she love me

Crazy how she always

It’s crazy how the story never really told

You hella, I swear to God shawty hella cold

Why you so cold to me

Why you so cold to me

And I’m begging you please stop

Stop

Why you so cold to me

Why you so cold to me

And I’m begging you please

Who made you that way, ya Poppa, Ex, baby-daddy?

After I hit it, see nigga gave you the fatty

You’ve never fucked with a real ‘til you had me

Hop up, throw clothes on then, peel off up in a cabby

But takes two puffs of the reefer before I slide

Can’t hold it down but you want a piece of the pie

You quick to turn up, like a week in July

You the reason why niggas keep a piece on the side

Keep your feet and your eyes on the road

I was thinking we could be together one day

Whether on a bus or we was whippin' in Hyundai

‘Least the pussy was good like cooking on a Sunday

True, my main man said stay cool

That’s the only thing we always know how to do

It’s better things for tomorrow, for tomorrow, so my dawg don’t complain

Nigga charge it to the game

Man these b*tches all the same

I kept it raw so what you leaving for?

Oh you wanna attempt an even score?

Leave you love and keep my needing more?

This ain’t nothing I ain’t seen before

Drown my sorrows in a freaky whore

I done heard pillowtalk in swahili

Been around the block more times than a sidewalk, you feel me?

Ended up a product of an environment full of sinning

Started out pure hearted, but got with it

Jersey to Oslo

I was out with the committee, celebrating my rival to the city, I got talking

to this

My first night in the O, she took me by the hand through streets I ain’t know

Straight to a penthouse home, I’m like: «Damn, you making bread!»

She like: «I share this crib with my ex, no, it’s cool, really, we just friends»

Telling me this while I’m giving you head

I ain’t know, now I give you the shivers on his bed

She lowkey introduced me to him later that spring

He said: «Yo, Ave, I really fuck with that latest shit you did with Fred»

That’s some cold ass business

Now I go to sleep with the queen, she don’t know how I was living

But I wake up in cold sweat from the same dream

Ghost from the past singing: «Why you so cold, Ave?

You killing us»