COLD TEARS SPED UP E

If I go again in the wind with my Dick in hand, talk to my feet 'cause my Dick's talkin' to the ground. From the front door To the top to the floor, ten hats on The head and guns in my fucking floor. It's why you shoulda been by the motherfuckin' car With two, do it now like it's a fast And I'll pass on the beat with the rhythm. I'm slow, step my shit and I feel the Beat. If I go ground. From the to the Floor, on the head guns stuck in my fucking Floor. It's why you shoulda been by the Motherfuckin' car with my seven soul status. Four, do it now like it's a fast pass On the beat with the rhythm. I'm slow, step my shit And I feel the beat.