Cold Shoulder

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Xfruge - Pop, Rap

Cold Shoulder

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[Verse: Tyler, The Creator] Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games But got some lil' niggas who would do it so I pass the controller You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa So cut the crap like shit barbers Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me Explain why they got shit dreams I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big beam Married to the money, my bitch green No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming Y'all niggas weak They thought I was goofy and all mouses Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop houses And fill 'em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga

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  • Xfruge