Cold Bitches

By Tink

On Alter Ego

Released on July 30, 2012

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[Hook]

Cold bitches

We some cold bitches

Who the fuck you know spittin' hard then all these niggas

Scared to get up on the track

Cause they know I got that crack

All these rap niggas is wack

Im gon' bring the game back (x2)


[Verse 1]

Bring it back, like I said "Hut,Hut"

Niggas in the field can pick my cotton

Cause if they end up on they knees, and I put em to the side

Ima star, nigga you're just robin

Bat mobile, black on black with a hint of that crack

I spit it

Ima savage in the game

All the rap niggas lame

So they minus well just be livin'

A1, I be going in like a tampon

Game full of marks, no scantron

These niggas all talk like a Samsung

Galaxy im high as fuck

My Salary? It's even higher then that

Niggas tryna' keep up with my word play

I minus well get my words tapped

Minus well put these niggas in a skirt

Minus well finish up school to be a nurse

Cause im to sick and they can't compete

If these niggas hard, then im concrete

I got hella bars, state police

Niggas sweeter then the lips on Jolie

I drop one verse let a nigga rehearse

If a nigga walking around with a pussy like me (yea)


[Bridge]

Damn Tink

You stay fuckin' up my man

Dang you raw as hell

Like why you be going so hard?

Man these niggas ain't got nothin' on you

Can I get yo' autograph?

Please Tink you raw as hell, oh my god


[Hook]

Cold bitches

We some cold bitches

Who the fuck you know spittin' hard then all these niggas

Scared to get up on the track

Cause they know I got that crack

All these rap niggas is wack

Im gon' bring the game back (x2)


[Verse 2]

Anything he could do, I could do it much better

A bitch just tryna' get signed, [?] of a long love letter

And P.S I been a beast

Since 09, yall been deceased

Loving you niggas, im takin' your shine

Better double up on that wave grease

(Ahhh) Im funny right?

A nigga better get his money right

Broke niggas get no love, yall niggas been living that single life

Me? I'm living it large

Sitting on top, of a city called mars

Got more traffic then a lot full of cars

More ambition then the sky full of stars

Homie it's real, who gon' touch me?

What we blowin' on, [?]

I get more views then a crime scene

Not to mention im 17

17? you damn right

Air Jordan, im takin' flight

Yall went left, And I went right

So im on top

Im like a satelite cause im gone


[Bridge 2]

DANGGGGG, You heard that shit?

She said some shit about a satelite

Oh my god

Do it again Tink man, do it again please man

Ain't no- man ain't nobody messing with you

I dont care what nobody say, you soo raw


[Hook]

Cold bitches

We some cold bitches

Who the fuck you know spittin' hard then all these niggas

Scared to get up on the track

Cause they know I got that crack

All these rap niggas is wack

Im gon' bring the game back (x2)