Tink - Cold b**hes lyrics

Cold b**hes We some cold b**hes Who the f** you know spittin' hard then all these n***as Scared to get up on the track Cause they know I got that crack All these rap n***as is wack I'm gon' bring the game back I'm gon' bring the game back Bring it back, like I said "Hut, Hut" n***as in the field can pick my cotton Cause if they end up on they knees, and I put em to the side I'm a star, n***a you're just robin Bat mobile, black on black with a hint of that crack I spit it I'm a savage in the game All the rap n***as lame So they minus well just be livin' A1, I be going in like a tampon Game full of marks, no scantron These n***as all talk like a Samsung Galaxy I'm high as f** My Salary? It's even higher then that n***as tryna' keep up with my word play I minus well get my words tapped Minus well put these n***as in a skirt Minus well finish up school to be a nurse Cause I'm to sick and they can't compete If these n***as hard, then I'm concrete I got hella bars, state police n***as sweeter then the lips on Jolie I drop one verse let a n***a rehearse If a n***a walking around with a p**y like me (yea) Damn Tink You stay f**in' up my man Dang you raw as hell Like why you be going so hard? Man these n***as ain't got nothin' on you Can I get yo' autograph? Please Tink you raw as hell, oh my God Cold b**hes We some cold b**hes Who the f** you know spittin' hard then all these n***as Scared to get up on the track Cause they know I got that crack All these rap n***as is wack I'm gon' bring the game back I'm gon' bring the game back [Verse 2:] Anything he could do, I could do it much better A b**h just tryna' get signed, [?] of a long love letter And P.S I been a beast Since 09, ya'll been deceased Loving you n***as, I'm takin' your shine Better double up on that wave grease (Ahhh) I'm funny right? A n***a better get his money right Broke n***as get no love, ya'll n***as been living that single life Me? I'm living it large Sitting on top, of a city called mars Got more traffic then a lot full of cars More ambition then the sky full of stars Homie it's real, who gon' touch me? What we blowin' on, [?] I get more views then a crime scene Not to mention I'm 17 17? you damn right Air Jordan, I'm takin' flight Ya'll went left, And I went right So I'm on top I'm like a satelite cause I'm gone DANGGGGG, You heard that sh**? She said some sh** about a satelite Oh my God Do it again Tink man, do it again please man Ain't no- man ain't nobody messing with you I don't care what nobody say, you soo raw Cold b**hes We some cold b**hes Who the f** you know spittin' hard then all these n***as Scared to get up on the track Cause they know I got that crack All these rap n***as is wack I'm gon' bring the game back I'm gon' bring the game back