David Ruffin Remix - GLC, BOLDY JAMES, Louie P Newton

Say she never seen a dream sold like this before

Or encountered one that’s cold like this before

Swore she wouldn’t fall for it, then she seen I’m missin' more

And keep askin' me why I’m creatin' all this distance for

It’s traditional, church but not a piscopo

I make her work for that position, it’s a privilege ho

Her first taste of red wine and medicinal

And I ain’t mad, she think my belt buckle is mistletoe

I ain’t dissin' though, it’s strictly principle

Stay poppin' tags homie, I ain’t missin' dough

And it’s probably cause I’m gettin' chose

And she workin' so hard, I can get another chick fa sho

She know I’m hardly home, party with my Carti’s on

And get Wolfgang Puck fresh at the drop of a button

With no discussion, like it’s nothin'

I take it till she realize that she was bluffin'

I’m cold on 'em

She give me everything

Tell me I don’t owe her nothin'

They say I’m cold on these hoes

David Ruffin

It’s James Jones, drug zone

Meet your neighbor, hoodlum

They say I’m cold on these hoes, I came up from nothin'

Slangin' bowls for them pros, every day I’m hustlin'

We get the low, get 'em gone, in a day it’s nothin'

Got the trap bunkin', my connect Russian/rushing

When I double what you cop, now that’s frontin'

Niggas frontin' like they live, nigga stop frontin'

Cause that shit’ll get you shot, and I’m not bluffin'

We’ll run up in your spot, get to bustin' plural

Now his block’s a mural, full of Care Bears and Teddy Ruxpins

Runnin' from the black and yellows, black and yellows, packin' metal

Had to throw my crack and ran go get my thumper

Cause the other day they found my nigga in the dumpster

Thinkin' 'bout all the dirt we did when we was youngsters

Led astray, the hood try’na take me under

Streets didn’t kill me, only made me stronger

A pimp from the 'go, I give a ho

Some pimpin' to go, my ism critical

Amnesia pimpin', I hit it then forget a ho

Girl I beat that pussy up, call that boy Riddick Bowe

Teddy Pendergrass, Love TKO

Countin' plenty cash, blowin' kush and plenty hash

It’s what we have, playa what you got?

That 31 from the Pacers

We gettin' paper, let this ism motivate you

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bother them ass shots, trusty in your stash spot

Man I just gave her game to change her from a have not

Who she gave that paper to the moment that she came out

Why she came in here with you and leavin' in my fast car?

Fool, she drove on a player call it Nascar

Y’all speedballin', fallin' like I’m John ??

Cold on these hoes, chuuch, Pope John Paul