damn he cold lyrics

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If he tryna get smoked, he could get that smoke
Shorty tryna get choked, shorty tryna blow
Yeah, I'm on my own, yeah, I'm on my own
I don't know what shorty wanted, but she speak blah blah blah blah
Shorty, can you just shut up? I got bands, like what?
I got bands, like what? What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
Con mi casa es su casa, b*tch, only if you tryna f*ck, shorty, if you tryna lick
I don't ever wanna duck shorty, yeah, I hit this sh*t
I don't care about no bud, 'cause I got my own sh*t
I can't give that little b*tch hugs, I know that she on it
Got him screaming for the jugg like he Taylor Swift
Yeah, this brand is the plug, yeah, they tailored this
Yeah, this is not a love song, this that one time f*ck song
My payroll like too long, I take hits and they too strong
I'm talking about my damn bong
You know how I gеt it, cheddar all up in the air
You know how I'm spinning, you know I don't really carе
I got bands, I'm fitted, you know that you come off scared
I think he did it, quote from you, you midget
Will you ever listen? b*tch, I'm sipping good champagne, I ain't sip Lipton
Too high, on this b*tch on autopilot
b*tch want some di*k with some mileage
I got hella bands, I'm gon' file it, I just hit my tax, about to run
Shorty hit me up for the funds, I ain't spending bands on the hoes
She love me, she know I'm number one
I don't want you, I just want your c*nt, pull up in the function and I stunt
Shorty seen me and I'm smoking Runtz
Jug, jug, jug, jug, jug, wanna jug, jug, jug, jug, jug
This is Hi-Tech, yeah, I'm in the sky like a f*cking pilot
I'ma die lie, I'ma die, b*tch, I got bands, I'm fire, b*tch