Lyrics:
cold
Now my soul is so gone
I swear to God I'm alone
That's why
(I'm asking) 21 questions girl can you tell me things?
I'm asking 21 questions I'm trying
heart broke, stop writin' love letters (21)
Heart cold, yeah, so cold had to buy the Moncler sweater (on God)
Valentines day, she ripped the card
squirters
A bag of money and a big ass heart
It's about to be capital murder
They swing and they whack you on purpose
They walk by your house like they
gangsters cry
I, I, I
Gangsters cry
Even gangsters cry
I, I, I
Even gangsters cry
(I, I, I)
21, 21
My son, this is your time
I know your heart
remain brothers, fuck the others
In this cold world the war that's controlled by the trigger
Revelation or the scripture got to be that live nigga
No big up our gun men, seen? (Big up, big up)
Cuh dis ah 94' when ah RAA fi kill people and kyaan dun
Nuh waan pussy hole hold di kaanah
Watch
No big up our gun men, seen? (Big up, big up)
Cuh dis ah 94' when ah RAA fi kill people and kyaan dun
Nuh waan pussy hole hold di kaanah
Watch
and South
I got my niggas The Top Guns here
We gonna sign this one off like this:
My life's been a great story in the ultimate war
Should I ill or do right?
on no Twitter, I be go on a niggas
I'ma make you be a gangster, bring the ho out niggas
I'm bumpin' Slaughter Gang, 21, back when I was 21
Drive-bys
Brownneggaz get that
Brownneggaz get that give them (Grrrrrr paw)
21 S.A.D BRP ELN
Wooo woo wo
Should I pull out da gang
(Pull out pull out)
Pull out da gun
Two banana clips and they taped up
(Straight up, straight up)
Cut the stove on and let it cake up
(Straight up, straight up)
Hit it with the cold
everybody pay
Now I pull up with a tool that make everybody wait
Everybody told me I'd be dead by 21
By 22 I really had to go and get a gun
Never stand
shooters 'round my way, nigga
I'm knowing why they hatin', niggas know I got this K, nigga (21)
I got gun smoke, we can get a nigga by the day
Yeah, I gun
I'm a cold heart
I got a friends, all my friends in my money bag
Bought your bitches for a hundred bucks, ran it back
I want to die at my 21, but I got
it's everlasting
I'm not going to stop till I'm buried in a casket
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
It's a real cold world but I got a cold heart
I got zippers
but niggas half heart
We just pulled up on 'em, we just got 'em by chance
Thought he was a general, we got his five stars
I cannot be winnin' and I
bombs like Saddam[00:19.26]Prepare for cold war cuz it never gets warm[00:21.66]G'd up in fatigue purple heart on my sleeve[00:24.39]Soulja niggas will
Cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money
And my guns in the sky
And my guns in the sky
Yeah,
Why would you leave somethin' you love here
a sweater[01:01.30]Heart too cold[01:02.22]Loving me bitch yea you too bold[01:04.07]Tired of hoes shit get too old[01:05.95]Picked ha nose she diggin for gold[01:08.37]Ima
We were watching the full moon[00:13.68]Light up the city[00:16.16]And the cold night of spring felt[00:19.10]Warmer next to you[00:21.87]This kind
the gun I let em borrow
Cold hearted they aint feel nothing
Not even a lil sorrow
Spit hot fire like dylon
All time I'm top 5
When I go 21 gun salute me
a T like Lambie
My heart done gone cold
All the pain in the gun smoke
Never thought I'd see 21
I felt like Pop Smoke
I just came outta Xabsi 'cause
I shoot
play by your mind games baby
Moody spicy mixed with crazy
Imma blast off feeling spacey
We can play games with my super smash bros
But your heart sub
SO COLD, SO COLD, SO COLD
Are we playing
Russian roulette
Why you got your gun
Pointed at my head
Really took my heart for ransom
Really gave you my
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