Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cold Summer, artist - Young Jeezy. Date of issue: 14.12.2017
Song language: English
Cold Summer |
| Yeah, this for all the real niggas man, ya know |
| Woo! |
| Yeah (it's gon' be a cold summer) |
| Hahahah, yeah, woo, uhh |
| Gon' drop the top, you can feel the breeze |
| 30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze |
| It just touched down, all you gotta do is sell 'em |
| And they gon' ask you questions but you better not tell 'em |
| Hey I’m 'bout to fuck it up, I’m bought in like 10 |
| A couple bad tings and they all light-skinned |
| «Hey, how you comin' down?» |
| In a rose gold Hummer |
| Wife beater chinchilla, it gon' be a cold summer |
| Got it snowin' in the city, I’m 'bout to change the weather |
| So many birdies in this bitch, thought I was seein' feathers |
| So many pussies hatin' on me, I just want the love |
| Hottest niggas in the city, me and Mr. Rugs |
| Them young niggas paper’d up, that’s straight from water whippin' |
| Hey, between me and you I think the water trippin' |
| $ 250 in my pocket, I’m a walking lick |
| Went crazy at the lot, bitch I’m a lunatic |
| My nigga Bleu got secrets he will never tell |
| Free Bale, yeah you know he see me with the scale |
| Indicator like I’m Mike, I’m fucking 'round with Jody |
| One time for Raw Cena, that my fucking woadie |
| One time for Ross, go tell 'em free the goat |
| Tell him in the 305, bitch I’m in on a boat |
| Got a 100 in my pocket, Free T. White |
| Two mill' on wheels and they all white |
| Gon' drop the top, you can feel the breeze |
| 30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze |
| It just touched down, all you gotta do is sell 'em |
| And they gon' ask you questions but you better not tell 'em |
| Hey I’m 'bout to fuck it up, I’m bought in like 10 |
| A couple bad tings and they all light-skinned |
| (Hey bruh, pull up, what you in?) In a rose gold Hummer |
| Wife beater chinchilla, it gon' be a cold summer |
| Get-get that cookie money, on my Oakland shit |
| 40 on a nigga, I’ll blow this bitch |
| When I shoot, I don’t miss or I net that bitch |
| Fuck her quick on the first night, I barely met that bitch |
| Too much money on me, bring that firepower |
| Knife on that chopper, they think Michael Myers got 'em |
| The rap fold, I’ma go platinum still |
| Cause I put my deal money in the blow, crack and pills |
| I’m from Detroit baby, that’s a wild city |
| Hop on at yo block party and give the crowd 50 |
| Aye Dex, when I hear that «huh», I know I hit it |
| I still fuck with Paid Will, Dada winnin' |
| Peezy and Pay, let’s come together, this our city |
| Jeezy in the A, he fuck with Meech, that’s our nigga |
| Rest in Peace to Great Lake ruler Darnell Lindsay |
| Still hit the kitchen to whip, Chef Boyar-Grizzley |
| Detroit! |
| Gon' drop the top, you can feel the breeze |
| 30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze |
| It just touched down, all you gotta do is sell 'em |
| And they gon' ask you questions but you better not tell 'em |
| Hey I’m 'bout to fuck it up, I’m bought in like 10 |
| A couple bad tings and they all light-skinned |
| «Hey, how you comin' down?» |
| In a rose gold Hummer |
| Wife beater chinchilla, it gon' be a cold summer |