Ibn Inglor - Cold Storm lyrics

Living live of a don, I showed my momma How I got these b**hes, making all of my commas b**hes all on my dick, right, 'cause I'm the sh**, right And I make real sh** right and you bring your whole click right Tonight's the night we live life, throw that dress on, make it tight Make it fit, b**h, 'cause you impressing me I'll lose control you keep pressing me This the party of the year, grab the jeep Grab the Porsche, hit the motherf**ing gear Grab my motherf**ing beer, Soho, Uptown, I rose in a year GawdsSpeed we in here, GawdsSpeed we in here We just took our time, never fear, never fear the roads This path's getting clearer boy, we look in the mirror, boy The fairest in the land, you drop hella late, we don't hear you, boy Riding on a bike in a cold storm sponsored links Cold storm Riding on a bike in a cold storm Cold storm Riding on a bike in a cold storm Cold storm Riding on a bike in a cold storm Cold storm Riding on a bike in a cold storm Cold storm Riding on a bike in a cold storm Cold storm Riding on a bike in a cold storm Cold storm Riding on a bike in a cold storm Cold storm These b**hes lying, why these b**hes lying These n***as lying, just keep on lying Why these b**hes lying, why they keep on lying Why these n***as lying, why they keep on lying They never sending shots, they never cooking coke in a pot, yeah Whipping in the spot, we shut the whole block down We got the whole lot popping, who the f** gonna stop me sh**, ain't nobody gonna stop me, sh**, I ain't even gonna stop me b**h, I ain't even done talking, yeah, don't ever interrupt me, n***a I had to deal with a couple n***as that love interrupting n***as Got the whole club bussing, n***a, Juan got the mag and he bussing, n***a 'gardens we don't f** with n***as, we don't tussle, n***as Straight buckle boy, new wave in the jungle Riding on a bike in a cold storm Cold storm