Ryan Campbell - Cold lyrics

[Verse 1: Nacho Pica**o] No drawls on your girl I'm goosing her God's child but I'm horny as Lucifer So hung, that she thought I was noosing her Come her, treat my life like a booster chair Dark skin, but she Punky Brewster hair Cut a Mohawk, now she got rooster hair I hear moaning from the bathroom, who's in there? Know at least one bow wanna... in there(?) When I step in the room they think Zeus in here How I piss them all off, I'm the goose in here They call me Nacho, just like Libre Invite your BFF, we can have us a three-way The lines last forever, we can have us a freeway I stick to the plan, I'll be downed if I pre-pay He brave, kissed the mouth full of bj's She just left the Moor Gang, s**ing For three days [Verse 2: Sam Lachow] Merry f**ing Christmas Let's k** this bottle in like four or five minutes You stay the night, at least do the f**ing dishes I say that to the Misses You don't like white boys? I promise you I'm different You don't know that sh** Big business, I'm a grown a** kid You don't notice, you bogus So let's take a long ride Hop in the whip, you roll with Sammy tonight Now tell your man take a hike [Verse 3: Ryan Campbell] Kid I'm an artist when I spark it Pica**o on a bong bowl It's Rembrandt on a blunt wrap Got them all singing along though Flick that Bic my dude, can't you see that it's a snow day Fingers barely moving, still I Monet when I roll J's It's ok, take a seat, grab your sleigh, blow that sweet If we have some problems they melted like snow under our feet Grown a** kids, still smoking in the cold Man you only live once, might as well never get old