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Cold

 

Cold

(альбом: Anger Management - 2019)


Hey, you there-ere-ere
Are-Aren't you tired of the same old thing-ing-ing-ing
In everyday, every minute
Every second-econd-econd
Everybody, everything?
Kenny!

It be the same thing, just on a different day
This ain't no bud, this shit ain't gon' fade away
No one want fadeaway, shots like a fadeaway
Smile in a hater's face, watch what the fuck you say
I got some crazy waves, do it like Simon says
Look at my diamonds-es, born in a lion's den
If you ain't got it, then why you be lying it?
Don't do no arguing, we do the opposite
Niggas go crazy, got hands like a octopus
Niggas ain't stopping us, bitches be watching and clocking us
She wanna be me, it's obvious, we pulling up in them [?]
You be steady driving Impalas, bumble bees all on my collar
Is my name Lonzo? I'm balling, balling
Let me know, give me a holla, put on a show, no Apollo
Clap it up on me like brothel, I'm busy, please don't bother
Made more money than your father, can't get to me, why bother?
I just left from the Bahamas, my money keep getting longer
Walk in, I smell like marijuana (*coughs)

She can try but she don't compete
When I pull up, you know it's me
Ain't none of these bitches cold as me
Cross you just like a rosary
Sauced up, I got a bowl on me
These VVS's, deez ain't see-through
You talking tough then you get beat
Fuck a cop, you copped a plea

None of these bitches cold as me, me, me
I swear none of these bitches cold as me, me, me (Go!)
None of these bitches cold as me, me, me
I swear ain't none of these bitches cold as me, me, me

Riding in a Maserati, like Scotty I'm with two hotties
I ain't just walk in the party, I brought the drugs to the party
We smell like somebody fart, I finish that shit and start it
Push to start: it be my car, because my car is always foreign
If I got the ball, I'm scoring, new car and the engine roaring
Make it rain, it started pouring, I feel so fly, I started soaring
Don't cost us whenever I'm touring, these bitches basic and boring
Tryna keep up but you can't afford it, my ego big, I'm so important

She can try but she don't compete
When I pull up, you know it's me
Ain't none of these bitches cold as me
Cross me just like a rosary
Sauced up, I got a bowl on me
These VVS's, deez ain't see-through
You talking tough then you get beat
Fuck a cop, you copped a plea

None of these bitches cold as me, me, me
I swear none of these bitches cold as me, me, me (Go!)
None of these bitches cold as me, me, me
I swear ain't none of these bitches cold as me, me, me

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