hooligan chase - cold grits lyrics
[intro]
yeah, uh
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
man y’all b-tch boys need to put your d-mn tampons in, i’m sick of this sh-t
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
i ain’t having it
[chorus]
my old b-tch on that old sh-t
momma said you’s a hoe, b-tch
always kept your lil’ shoes tied
i had b-tches in ’06 (uh-huh)
wait a sec, let me boast a bit
i go harder than cold grits (yeah)
used to deuces in four-fifths (yeah)
accessories for your gold fist
holy f-ck, oh sh-t
make sp-ce between both lips
toilet talking, we go together
big booties, no t-ts (no t-ts)
know that you getting wavy (wavy)
when you feel the whole boat shift
i was talking to pammy
you was talking that bull sh-t
[verse]
hit your b-tch, king [?] stance
work your man in these d-ckies pants
walk a mile without shoes
i doubt you could fit these pants
you could light a tacoma owner
i’m ferarri f-50 [?] (f-50)
police say it’s a close shave
standing close, you might get too tanned (yeah, yeah)
yeah, as a matter of fact, i would
mr jehovah witness, i’m good (good)
that’s your wife like “ugh” (ugh)
had to pry her out for my wood (wood)
and ain’t taking no sh-t today (no sir)
cousin beater, i’ma hit the j (yes sir)
new b-tches go different ways (different, different, uh)
rain in gucci, i’m steady mobbin’ (woo)
apple bucket, she steady bobbin’ (woo)
i’m a modern day eddie robbins
really tryna put the weed down ’cause it feel like i’m doing heavy jogging
soccer moms wanna dance with me like it’s ’84 and i’m kenny loggins (yeah, yeah)
a lot of you b-tches be evil, might as well act evil (yeah)
f-ck it, i’m making some big moves, max keeble (yeah)
but f-ckers be talking ’bout gas and calling my pack diesel (huh)
who knew that i could be that lethal (who the f-ck)
aim at your head, wave cap
flying american airlines
me and your baby go way back, like my motherf-cking hairline
jump out the gym, [?]
check the motherf-cking airtime
b-tch it’s something like kate moss
call me the motherf-cking cake boss (yeah)
[chorus]
my old b-tch on that old sh-t
momma said you’s a hoe, b-tch
always kept your lil’ shoes tied
i had b-tches in ’06 (uh-huh)
wait a sec, let me boast a bit
i go harder than cold grits (yeah)
used to deuces in four-fifths (yeah)
accessories for your gold fist
holy f-ck, oh sh-t
make sp-ce between both lips
toilet talking, we go together
big booties, no t-ts (no t-ts)
know that you getting wavy (wavy)
when you feel the whole boat shift
i was talking to pammy
you was talking that bull sh-t (you was talking that bull sh-t)
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