Cold Club (Remix) (Feat. Infini...

It's a cold, cold whore house

Shaking dat ass, no corset

Ring leaders, no boss yet

(All Set?)

Lights steady now action!

That ass moving all around contractions

Never touch the strippers mind your actions

Line the Vodka up like a fraction

Now shit collapsing like a prolapse

Needa get it hit with a pap smear

Niggas in the past sipping on tears

Salty ass shit with the blank stare

Looking at the club with an odd glare

Asking myself "Damn, How we got here?"

Cold clubs with the shitty ass dancers

Momma making moves like a prancer

Make it all clap back, no elastics

Potential Energy, shits fake like plastic

Ain't talking old shit but this a cold train

Never needed fire to start my propane

Might need to gas up this old flame

Man why the fuck my Ex in this cold club

Ain't talking Subway, hit me with the cold club

Sitting on the broken chairs getting weird looks

Cooking up my wings with the sauce, cook books

Shit used to be banging, now it’s just a little restaurant

I wish we could go back, I wish we can go to the start

Man this club used to be next level, now it’s just a cold club

it was at its max and it couldn’t develop, I’m star struck

How a club went from top notch all the way to this club suck

Damn, this shit really feel like ain’t nobody here, from commandeer to puppeteer

Now there is only the 3 musketeer driving the wheel till they disappear

Amir sold the club, but ain’t nobody realize that we stuck in the mud

Damn now all of this shit that me, is now the cause of me to be sick in my stomach

But guess what, we out of luck, we trying to drive through the muck

But we’re stuck, and the world is starting to cause havoc

But what the fuck we supposed to do? We ain’t the marines “The few, The proud”

What we supposed to do when their is no crowd, need to be loud

Should we just sit here and pout, well then we will all have our doubt

Just wait for the 2025 blackout, it definitely gonna stand out

Well now it’s time to sprout, before I lose all my clout

Cold clubs with the shitty ass dancers

Momma making moves like a prancer

Make it all clap back, no elastics

Potential Energy, shits fake like plastic

Ain't talking old shit but this a cold train

Never needed fire to start my propane

Might need to gas up this old flame

Man why the fuck my Ex in this cold club

Ain't talking Subway, hit me with the cold club

Sitting on the broken chairs getting weird looks

Cooking up my wings with the sauce, cook books

Colder than a turkey sub from the closest subway

Ain't talking the metros with the shitty pizza, must eat

Hopping onna subway to get to and from New York

Talking to a group of crew members and a director

Signed a new deal and made myself relevant again

Screw yall and the old shit, this still chip on them bold gigs

Cold clubs been a thing of the past, Niggas needa go to mass

Casting votes in a federal election, Biden is the past now

Kamala was the future now she cold like the artic

Been inna tundra but it was better in the Juice World

Fucked up in the head but I'll always be with your girl

Cold clubs with the shitty ass dancers

Momma making moves like a prancer

Make it all clap back, no elastics

Potential Energy, shits fake like plastic

Ain't talking old shit but this a cold train

Never needed fire to start my propane

Might need to gas up this old flame

Man why the fuck my Ex in this cold club

Ain't talking Subway, hit me with the cold club

Sitting on the broken chairs getting weird looks

Cooking up my wings with the sauce, cook books

I'm staleface, not cause you fake, my nigga, mostly cause your breath stink,

On all fours, I hit the pussy, make a nails break,

Oh my lord, I just caught memory of past life

I'm in orbit, smokin' til I find a crash site,

You and your feelings cause you ain't the nigga you act like

Boo-hoo nigga, I hate the picture with your dad like

Since of them niggas is why these bitches sick of these niggas' cause nigga be acting sick

I'm out west trippin' spoons with my de unos,

She slim thick but I'm a slam her like a sumo,

All my goons is really robots from the future

One false move we jumpin' at you like conclusion,

Not cause you fake my nigga mostly cause your breath stink

On all fours I hit the pussy make the nails break,

Oh my lord I just caught memory of past life,

I'm in my orbit smoking till I find the crash site

Cold clubs with the shitty ass dancers

Momma making moves like a prancer

Make it all clap back, no elastics

Potential Energy, shits fake like plastic

Ain't talking old shit but this a cold train

Never needed fire to start my propane

Might need to gas up this old flame

Man why the fuck my Ex in this cold club

Ain't talking Subway, hit me with the cold club

Sitting on the broken chairs getting weird looks

Cooking up my wings with the sauce, cook books