BRADY - Cold Summer Lyrics

Ay
Ay
Picture me now
With a thick hoe who don't wanna go, but I had to put that bitch out
Yeah she had to go
I don't want no smoke
I don't wanna go
Been sipping on drank, I might overdose
It's blood on my coat, but that's from my nose
It's cold in the summer with all of this snow

Shit, but how do you cope
I could do karate and just stay afloat
Instead I like molly and white county hoes
What do you know
Brady he just like his folks
Lying like he tired though
I'm just a joke
But you can't play with me though
I cut a smile on your throat
Ya
I put the D in hoes.
Polo jockey on my coat
Boy I'm still 100 though like Arizona
I be blowing on gas I won't blow it
Baby if I'm off the Xan's don't approach me
Baby if you gotta man that ain't adultery
Baby if you wanna dance we gon salsa
Ay ya
And shit I'm coldest
While I'm the hottest lil bitch I'm the toaster
Cause I get bread
Promise you ain't seen nothing like this here
F*ck what they thinking we running this year
And next year
Oh hell yeah we use to be kin
Now I wish I never seen the pussy boy again
Now I wish I killed him on that track back then ya

Only love round here
Where the drugs round here
I guess I go and hit the club
Where a bitch gon show me love
Nose ring like Pac Ima Thug
Brady don't show no remorse
Brady out here on tour with his boys
Brady might hit the awards
Kodak moment Ima need a polaroid
F*ck me good I might tell all my boys
Bring your friends you can bring a few girls
Swinging here like a nigga gon buck
Film the shit like I don't give a f*ck
Beat it good she left cum on my nuts
Then she licked it off then she ate it all up
Damn I'm feeling good, I might hit the Doug
Don't even dance but I'll 2 step in her
Ya Ya

Picture Me Now
With a thick hoe who don't wanna go, but I had to put that bitch out
Yeah she had to go
I don't want no smoke
I don't wanna go
Been sipping on drank, damn
It's blood on my coat but that's from my nose
It's cold in the summer with all of the snow

I need Benjis
No 5 tens or tens or twenties
I need blue cheese like Santa but no milk and no cookies.
I need good weed and fashion to make my lyric more radder
And she got thick thighs, ass fatter than a horse I might settle
Get a Brady they do it better
Fly as f*ck I'm propelling
D Fresh got a lethal weapon
Donald Glover Atlanta
Might just drive out to Atlanta put some miles on the Camry
And that girl act just like a Camry, said she been through the family
Wait
That mean she hand me downs, and I just might wear it
And still trying hard Cali bound and Cory we did it
He made the beat and I go Bobby Brown and smash all these hits
And crack kills but if you turn around I might just inhale it
Damn