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

• Written by  • Featuring BR4CKETT and Infinity888

//Intro//
It's a cold, cold whore house
Shaking dat ass, no corset
Ring leaders, no boss yet
(All Set?)
//Lil Chip Verse 1//
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?"
//Hook//
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
//Verse 2 BR4CKETT//
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
//Hook//
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
//Verse 3 Lil Chip//
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
//Hook//
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
//Verse 4 Infinity//
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
//Hook//
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

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