Artist: Tink Album: Alter Ego (Mixtape) Song: Cold Bitches Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] 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 I'm 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 I'm a star, nigga you're just robin Bat mobile, black on black with a hint of that crack I spit it I'm a 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 I'm 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 I'm to sick and they can't compete If these niggas hard, then I'm 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 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 I'm 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, ya'll been deceased Loving you niggas, I'm takin' your shine Better double up on that wave grease (Ahhh) I'm funny right? A nigga better get his money right Broke niggas get no love, ya'll 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 I'm 17 17? you damn right Air Jordan, I'm takin' flight Ya'll went left, And I went right So I'm on top I'm like a satelite cause I'm 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 don't care what nobody say, you soo raw [Chorus] 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 I'm gon' bring the game back [x2]