Bahama Breeze Lyrics

My heart to cold

To love a bitch

I put it on my soul

I'm with C1, I need

C4 because I'm finna blow

Ain't nobody playin'

On my heart

I cut that bitch

On froze Bitch

Bitch said she

Wanna take a trip

I took her to Bahama Breeze

Four for four,

Inside your stomach

That's all you get to eat

Go and play out

With them hoes

Before you play with me

I don't trust a damn soul,

These hoes be movin' creep

I was in the

Booth before

I ever knew my wrongs

Every time we on the road

She don't never

Wanna go home

Baby, I'm a hot boy,

I swear my heart cold

I'm with C1,

I need C4 because

I'm finna blow

Ain't nobody playin'

On my heart, I

Cut that bitch on froze

Switchin' hoes and flows

Like I'm supposed

Little bro be trippin',

I'm actin' like

I don't know you

I was in the booth

Before I ever heard

Of pro tools

Should of went NBA

Cause how the hell

I'm using pro tools

Brody started trippin'

Cause these hoes don't

Play his part life

Ain't really easy

But everything

I drop is hard

I fuck with Bruno Mars

That's why I'ma be star

Pick and roll my bitches

Cause they never

Play their part

Everybody changin'

But they say I'm

Actin different

Like back to the wall

They don't ever

Wanna listen

They standin' at

The table,

Every time they

See me winnin'

My to cold to

Love a bitch,

I put it on my soul

I'm with C1, I need

C4 because I'm finna

Blow ain't nobody

Playin' on my heart

I cut that bitch on froze

Ayy, bitch,

Said she wanna

Take a trip

I took her to

Bahama Breeze

Four for four

Inside your stomach

That's all you

Get to eat

Go and play up

With them hoes

Before you play with me

I don't trust a

Damn soul

These hoes be movin' creep

I'm in the booth,

I started trippin'

Before I knew my wrong

I'm with C1, I need

C4 because

I'm finna blow

Ain't nobody playin'

On my heart

I cut that bitch

On froze