Cold Freestyle (feat. Le Primetime)
Cam Hay
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It was cold outside Back to the back now we back on the track watch my niggas sell packs when it's cold outside Cold for a dime split a lemon and a lime niggas tryna plan crimes when its Cold outside Low on the money I call a few junkies the trap still warm when it's cold outside Jumping like bungie she play games jumanji my heart real cold when it's cold outside Yall cannot call me for shit Didn't pick up when I did it y'all told y'all lies I do not wanna be bothered Bro you do you I do me man y'all live y'all lives I can see right thru the pain the hatred the same i look at it in y'all eyes Through y'all soul and in y'all eyes, yea NASA shirt on me I go outta space They talk behind my back and not in my face They think they can clone me I can't be replaced The Gucci the Louie the fendi the bape These niggas think that I sold my soul I cannot do that I'll be in a hole Screaming free maino all year that's the goal these nigggas think that they know me but they. DONT Why these niggas tryna play wit the goat Make these niggas shed they skin and make coats .45 on my back boy that's the colt If Tino said its a go then it's a go I cannot be caught playing with these hoes She wanted Chanel because she pigeon toed remember I couldn't buy it I was broke and now I still wouldn't buy it thats a no Doing Micheal Jackson moves around demons the way I transition They loving the sequence im doing numbers like Adele and the Beatles im counting 4 stripes that's a dash and Addis's I would never fall in love with a eater I only love one thats my daughter Aaliyah If she ever call and say daddy I need ya I hop in the whip And then I get to speeding Nigga It was cold outside Back to the back now we back on the track watch my niggas sell packs when it's cold outside Cold for a dime split a lemon and a lime niggas tryna plan crimes when its Cold outside Low on the money I call a few junkies the trap still warm when it's cold outside Jumping like bungie she play games jumanji my heart real cold when it's cold outside Yall cannot call me for shit Didn't pick up when I did it y'all told y'all lies I do not wanna be bothered Bro you do you I do me man y'all live y'all lives I can see right thru the pain the hatred the same i look at it in y'all eyes Through y'all soul and in y'all eyes, yea I get the bag, yea Designer im popping im popping these tags yea Just got a new whip and it ain got no tags yea My bitch keep on calling I won't call her backkkk (NO)
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