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cold shoulder - yung mal lyrics

[intro]
shawty fresh on the track
switch it up

[chorus: yung mal & lil quill]
somethin’ like a pimp (yeah, yeah)
all my hoes remote controllin’ (mhm)
lil’ b-tch got dipped (hmm, iceburg)
hit her with the cold shoulder (yeah)
know the bag get zipped, b-tch
12 can’t smell no f-cking odor (uh-uh)
eight chains on, cold like north dakota (ice)
n-gg-, just stay in your lane, stay focused (yeah)
b-tch got d-cked, one f-ckin’ my whoadie (hold on)
racks in my jeans, they loaded, they poking (cash)
winter time, biscayne, condo on ocean (go)
smoking, gelato, biscotti, and mochi
king of this sh-t, boy, i need a trophy
i need an extra, i hit it with soda (it’s quill)
too many chains, it be causin’ commotion (1’5 sh-t, n-gg-)
just cash the check, i don’t talk to promoters

[verse 1: lil quill]
she tryna f-ck, she can’t even come over
got red in my cup, got me leanin’ and over
feel like a pimp, i got pink on the sofa
bustdown on my wrist and it’s blingin’ all over
ride through the city, the heat didn’t hold it
f-ckin the game, watch, we bend it over
been gettin’ bread, loaf
gabbana dolce on the top of my loafer
huh, get them whacked, no attempt (whacked, baow)
lean and percs in the the camp (lean, mud)
put your face on a blimp (put your lil’ face on a blimp)
in the hood, he exempt (in the hood, where?)
pop sh-t like pimp (pop sh-t like stare)
i got big bad backend (backend)
he broke, don’t know why he cappin’

[chorus: yung mal]
somethin’ like a pimp (yeah, yeah)
all my hoes remote controllin’ (mhm)
lil’ b-tch got dipped (hmm, iceburg)
hit her with the cold shoulder (yeah)
know the bag get zipped, b-tch
12 can’t smell no f-cking odor (uh-uh)
eight chains on, cold like north dakota (ice)
n-gg-, just stay in your lane, stay focused (yeah)
b-tch got d-cked, one f-ckin’ my whoadie (hold on)
racks in my jeans, they loaded, they poking (cash)
winter time, biscayne, condo on ocean (go)
smoking, gelato, biscotti, and mochi
king of this sh-t, boy, i need a trophy
i need an extra, i hit it with soda
too many chains, it be causin’ commotion
just cash the check, i don’t talk to promoters (iceburg)

[verse 2: yung mal]
pull up on candler, my young n-gg- posted (1’5)
huh, them young n-gg-s slicker than lotion (mhm)
see the opps, then that sh-t get toasted
n-gg- fell off tryna get with the motion (haha, hah)
ridin’ in the bentley, i’m coasting (go)
young n-gg- go hard and stay focused
came from the dirt with the rat and the roaches (on god)
i ride with a stick, yeah, that motherf-cker loaded
1017 iceburg the coldest (ice)
all these chains, can’t help but to notice
i’m in that ‘rari, quill in a brand new lotus
b-tch, we ball like gin-bili (ball)
i be goin’ hard, need to give me a trophy
hah, i’m smokin’ gelato with mochi
and these young n-gg-s…

[outro]
shawty fresh on the track
switch it up

- yung mal lyrics

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