Chill On Cold

Now, she hunts her prey, like a gator hunts the swamp
She make love to two fools, to get what she wants
She’d take a rich man’s money, like throwin' a dollar in a well
She make an angel leave heaven, for the gates of hell
I say, «Oooh, baby
This little girl, she put a chill on cold»
If she pretty but got no soul
I said, «Lord, she put a chill on cold»
She’s a very dangerous woman, 'cause she can’t feel
Ain’t nothing 'bout her love, you’ll find is real
She will go down, just to break up a home
She get what she wants, you’ll find that little girl gone
I say, «Oooh, baby
This little girl, she put a chill on cold»
If she pretty but got no soul
I said, «Lord, she put a chill on cold»
She don’t love nobody except herself
If she says she loves you, she’s got somebody else
She like a queen bee, she rule with her honey
You think she wants your stinger, man, she just wants your money
«Oooh
This little girl, she put a chill on cold»
If she pretty but got no soul
I said, «Lord, she put a chill on cold»