Lyrics:
town, Bogarting
Your wallet, your chain the main target
Beef is like cold engine: don't start it
Bust in the air and hit a airplane pilot
We clowned
smiles when your teeth gold
Made we it through the fud
We had to numb it cause we cold
Aye aye we're the apes
Blast off we're in space
So much A-D-A
So
mode
Changin the stove
Look I done froze
Look I'm so cold
Chain on my neck
Bangin the set
M O B
Hoes on my dick
Hard as a brick
I look like a lick
For
(Jay C you so crazy)
(Jay C!)
Aye Jay C you cold nigga
If I beat your ass don't tell them niggas you got jumped
Boy I ain't the one, you should've
kicks sick
A mi fuck d most gyal ina mi district
A history
How mi roll so
Bank robber pan mi feet
Pants neat
An mi rose gold chain rest pan mi polo
Gyal
even sold my J's
Now I'm rocking chains
As cold as ice trays
This life pays, don't it
I'm dripping in gold
And if you didn't know
About King Book
Now you
vain
Rush to get the train
With you still in my head
Officer chases tail
Officer chases tail
And when the night came cold
I hit the sirty road
I got out
a flick of the wrist
And I'm gone
Irish exit out the club
With two non blondes
I'm far gone
I'm so cold
Put on your long johns
What really makes
This town
the rest
Say officer is you gone put me under arrest
Is you gone stay or you gone leave just let me know
They never play they know Jan trained to go
Yea they
Hands up, put your hands down
Yeah
Oh woah, woah, woah
Hands up, put your hands down
Officer we on the scene, we got a man down And I been so high
KhemJalil
You're now in tuned with, the garment district ep
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Lost lion cub)
Can't tell me this ain't valid
I need Bape, no Palace
get they "Blue Streak" on
DMV, we gone (Back)
Back in the gold gold back in the cold?
That fly shit I've been on come on
It's Bun Beeda, I'm PA's own
fetti and sex
Chicken one day, fed goods the next (Uhh!)
I got a cold conversation
Could talk a cop out a ticket in front of the police station
My
Euro, pounds, crowns, get dough
Red Light District, hoes in the window
At the Green House blowin' on the indo
(?) at a room and the cab is the Benzo
like a keeps
Snatch a nigga chain, Talib, Talib Kweli
I could be lyrically, but I put on cleats
Scribbled lines goin' through my mind like a paper
the single mother with no hope
The military vet that's addicted to coke
The girl being bullied at school
Ready to drop out
The boy
On the porch in the cold
found us, the force that surrounds us
Ain't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us
We paint pictures of the chains under their names
cold, it was freezing in the District
The same city where I used to run amok at
Now I come back and spend a buck at
(Buck buck buck buck)
Now let me
try to love him my heart
And disregard my brain
But ever since he moved in
The crib's been off the chain
I don't need no one to blame
Cause the facts
I'm so fly, I'm so flashy
If you ask me, I am that Hashira
I'm so cold, pro Shinobi
If you know me, I am that Hashira
God of the flashiness, god
Never changed, I never changed
I never changed, I never
Sun and the rain, nigga I never changed
We talkin' change, chains, or change nigga whats up
I
vital components
Tryin to scheme on me and my team bitch, you know we own this
We can scrap, wit guns, knives, chains and bats
Whatever baby, erase
I get on that stage
Let out all my rage
I get on that stage
Let out all my rage
On these beats im snappin
They Deebo jackin,my chain swinging
mine forever
Ima rock a throwback Roca wear sweater
Shawty its cold as fuck outside why you in your birthday suit (oh woah)
Rock the chain
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