Sam Lachow, Ryan Campbell, Nacho Picasso - Cold lyrics

No drawls on your girl I'm goosing her
God's child but I'm horny as Lucifer
So hung, that she thought I was noosing her
Come her, treat my life like a booster chair
Dark skin, but she Punky Brewster hair
Cut a Mohawk, now she got rooster hair
I hear moaning from the bathroom
Who's in there?
Know at least one bow wanna in there
When I step in the room
They think Zeus in here
How I piss them all off
I'm the goose in here
They call me Nacho, just like Libre
Invite your BFF, we can have us a three-way
The lines last forever
We can have us a freeway
I stick to the plan
I'll be downed if I pre pay
He brave, kissed the mouth full of bj's
She just left the Moor Gang, sexing
For three days

Merry fucking Christmas
Let's kill this bottle in like
Four or five minutes you stay the night
At least do the fucking dishes
I say that to the misses
You don't like white boys?
I promise you I'm different
You don't know that shit
Big business, I'm a grown ass kid
You don't notice, you bogus
So let's take a long ride
Hop in the whip, you roll with Sammy tonight
Now tell your man take a hike

Kid I'm an artist when I spark it
Picasso on a bong bowl
It's Rembrandt on a blunt wrap
Got them all singing along though
Flick that Bic my dude
Can't you see that it's a snow day
Fingers barely moving
Still I Monet when I roll J's
It's ok, take a seat, grab your sleigh
Blow that sweet
If we have some problems they melted
Like snow under our feet
Grown ass kids, still smoking in the cold
Man you only live once
Might as well never get old