too cold

Hmm
Hmm

Whoa, whoa
Too cold, two cups
I've been leanin', stuff on
Had to be mad, I'm gone

Whoa, she ride on that d like she workin' that job on the pole
No records, call that lilttle bitch, say, I just want your soul
Or maybe I just want your feelings, I want you to know
Had to whip out the.45, I was just makin' it work

Whoa, whoa
Too cold, two cups
I've been leanin', stuff on
Had to be mad, I'm gone

Whoa, I'm not your brother, I fuck on your mother
I think you a clown
All of these hunnids, they stuck on my waist
You lil' bitch like a mole
I see zero, zero, zero, I'm adding the hoes (I'm adding these hundreds)
I can't feel you, gang, now gimme a ball

Whoa, too cold, two cups
I've been leanin', stuff on
Had to be mad, I'm gone

All for the best, all for the best, oh
All for the best, oh, all for the best, oh
All for the best, oh, all for the best, oh
All for the best, oh, all for the best, oh

Straight from Japan, your bitch from Morocco
All for the best, oh, I can't deny, no
Breaking my mane, love, I can't deny, no
I make it rain, no, I make it shine, oh

All for the best, all for the best, oh
All for the best, oh, all for the best, oh
All for the best, oh, all for the best, oh
All for the best, oh, all for the best, oh

All for the best, oh, all for the best, oh
All for the best, oh, all for the best, oh