Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Geluid


Koppel


Moeilijkheidsgraad


Accent



interfacetaal

nl

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Cookie beleid   |   Steun   |   FAQ
1
registreren / inloggen
Lyrkit

doneren

5$

Lyrkit

doneren

10$

Lyrkit

doneren

20$

Lyrkit

En/of steun mij op sociaal gebied. netwerken:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Rich Boy

Kill Em Cold

 

Kill Em Cold

(album: Back To Class - 2013)


[Intro:]
I be talking about money, they be talking about me
Better get your dollas up,
Fuck this shit nigga, you don't really talk about money
Everything else bullshit

[Verse:]
Let the games begin, who got what it takes to win?
I'm chasing that money, it's blowing like the wind
I'm set in trance, come find me look at my bitch
They talking like they taking over, but that's over with
I had a vision, one night that I can make it out
Making yachts, foreign spots, diamond set you break the watch
Let me count up what I got, back to the spot
Should I make a movie now, erything's about a shot
Have you ever really made over 100 grand?
Have you ever had more than 50k in your hand?
Blow a stack, throw that shit up like a quarterback
Boy you talking pety dollars, I'm talking more than that
The sun's shining on my pain, I make you bitches think
Look at me I'm who you ain't
Tryina beat me but you can't
I'm reppin niggas of Jerome, my story's untold
Hoes lookin froze, cause that ice be killin em cold
Ice be killin em cold, ice be killin em cold.

klaar

Heb je alle onbekende woorden uit dit nummer toegevoegd?