Artist: Tha Joker Album: The Explanation (Mixtape) Song: Cold As a MF Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1] Yeah... I'm out the shower, cold I got your bitch on her knees with a bitch, no! Dividin' cash, ignoring texts, I can't see them hoes They only hit me cause I'm ridin' in the a centrefold ... with a centrefold You don't never get no paper like your business closed Rock jeans, Polo tee, that's my dentist clothes Feel like the only way I'm here is 'cause the Jimmy blowed Will I wake up in the morning? Only Jesus knows You think you're sick, but I'm a snot right out of Jesus' nose For sure nigga, I'm just getting high Twistin' trees, category F5 We all say it's hard to change but don't wanna accept Fact is, well all know our wrongs, the hard part is correct But it's easy finessin', had it from the first second I made her daughter play salad, she was undressing She had two men, dog, shoulda seen her clothes Like she was fightin' on a ship, takin' seaman blows I drink, drink 'til I faint, while I'm shittin' out steak Then look around at my La Familia, we got the same play! All my bitches roll, and they mouth good I like a grown woman with a taste for childhood You can catch me with your bitch gettin' so reminiscent Too cold, fuck nigga, it's finna get frigid [Chorus] Yeah... I'm out the shower, cold Cold as a motherfucker ('m out the shower cold) Cold as a motherfucker (I'm out the shower cold) Too cold, fuck nigga, it's finna get frigid Cold as a motherfucker, cold as a motherfucker Cold as a motherfucker, cold as a motherfucker Cold as a motherfucker, cold as a motherfucker Cold as a motherfucker.. [Verse 2] Who you think brought you the catfish style? Who you think kill that shit at times? Who you think grind every day Just tryna make away so he can make this rap shit worthwhile? Got a lot of money, put it on my child Bitch, you got three, so I swear three times That you chat room, my mind, and the bitch on recline With Ben Franks in and the bitch gettin' high So high, nigga, we stack to the sky Do we snatch it up quick like weed, alright? Shoppin' feline' love and the nigga you've been trappin' me Man, real nigga shit, I'm just a shallow-ass guy Niggas fear me when they look at my life Shit, like do I need to sell advice? All my niggas, man, I swear they drug dealers But really, though, all I do is sell tunes with the "I" Now you see why I ain't got no wife May see I ain't got no wife When the truth'll do, a whore'll still tell a lie Whore'll fuck your friend that you thought was 'til the end And him and her'll both look dead in the eye Tell you what you want, you ain't even got a pry My life an open book and I'm who I spy Ever since a teen, it was always my dream To make a whole lot of money, set the streets on fire [Chorus]