"Cold" lyrics

Huh
Yeah (It's Gucci)

Body Coca-Cola
Bend that thing over and clap it like the 'Nolia
We went from the bed to the floor, we on the sofa (Uh)
She got my attention, Gucci stand up like a soldier (Yeah), I told you
Bad shit out East Atlanta (Huh), the money turn her to a dancer (Huh)
Damn, she too hot to handle, damn, she ain't got no manners (Huh, huh)
Bad bitch from Candler Road, TEC right by her camel toe (Huh)
Caught her at the Amaco on Gresham Road, lil' shawty cold (Wop)

Cold, cold, cold, Wop
We fucked at the Starlight, beat that pussy all night (Huh)
Woah (Huh), woah (Huh), woah (Huh, Wop)
Gucci don't discriminate, I got bitches, all types (Yeah)
Bad white shit from Oregon, dick all in her organs (Huh?)
All she ask for more and more, you'd think that ho from Moreland (Well, damn)
Bad lil' bitch from 'cross the border, she bougie, but she loyal (Huh?)
If I get jumped, send a lawyer, got all my bitches spoiled
From Mexico to Boston, she don't pop out often (Nah)
You'd think she in the WNBA the way she ballin' (Skrrt)
Got a foreign bitch, don't speak English, but it's really no need to talkin' (No)
And her booty so big, she standin' still, but it's shakin' like she walkin' (Wow)

Body Coca-Cola
Bend that thing over and clap it like the 'Nolia
We went from the bed to the floor, we on the sofa (Uh)
She got my attention, Gucci stand up like a soldier (Yeah), I told you
Bad shit out East Atlanta (Huh), the money turn her to a dancer (Huh)
Damn, she too hot to handle, damn, she ain't got no manners (Huh, huh)
Bad bitch from Candler Road, TEC right by her camel toe (Huh)
Caught her at the Amaco on Gresham Road, lil' shawty cold (Wop)