| Smokin' all this heavy
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| Tryin' to kill this migraine
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| Behind limo tints
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| Really trippin' how this life change
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| Pushin' foreign engines
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| That used to be the bike lane
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| Fades durin' tha day
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| We shoot it out when them lights fade
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| Kold hearted stingy, I’m far from what my momma raised
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| Wonder how she’ll feel if she saw me loading up these kz
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| We caught them cases beat 'em til niggas finally cracked the safe on the line
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| Wit stone we, pullin' up, back 2 back in wrafes we let a ticket go
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| Don’t trip, we get it back today
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| Lil wooodie hit my line, he got a cheesehead, send a pack his way
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| I pray for my niggas in them cells
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| Day after day and them BM on they own wit them kids
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| Tryna pave a way
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| Smokin' all this heavy
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| Tryin' to kill this migraine
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| Behind limo tints
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| Really trippin' how this life change
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| Pushin' foreign engines
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| That used to be the bike lane
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| Fades durin' tha day
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| We shoot it out when them lights fade
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| Kold hearted stingy, far from what my momma raised
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| Wonder how’d she’ll feel if she knew I had them tapping blades
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| Takin trips cross state lines, make her push a pack a day
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| Even in a drought I got a plug, bet I’ll have my way strategic young nigga
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| Used to be tha class clown, first to get tha foreign bust tha rolley
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| Got a bag now they watchin' while he turn up, it pay to be the ass now
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| But turn tha other cheek when they see tha screen, another man down
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| Smokin' all this heavy
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| Tryin' to kill this migraine
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| Behind limo tints
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| Really trippin' how this life change
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| Pushin' foreign engines
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| That used to be the bike lane
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| Fades durin' tha day
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| We shoot it out when them lights fade
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| Kold hearted stingy, far from what my momma raised
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| Wonder how she’ll feel seeing me stuck in my daddy’s ways
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| Pistol on tha dresser, bag ah dub when tha razor tap tha plate
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| Tha Pak wasn’t right, we hit tha road and took it back his way
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| Loaded off tha yack, bumpin' nip, dreams of v12s
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| Remember all them prayers for the days that we prevail
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| Remember every story from my pops feel like he seen hell
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| And all these broken hearts on tha B just know I mean well
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| Smokin' all this heavy
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| Tryin' to kill this migraine
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| Behind limo tints
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| Really trippin' how this life change
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| Pushin' foreign engines
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| That used to be the bike lane
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| Fades durin' tha day
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| We shoot it out when them lights fade |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kold Hearted, artist - Bizzle. Album song Dawllas and Deadlines, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп