Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So Cold, artist - Da$h. Album song V.I.C.E.S., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hz GLOBAL
Song language: English
So Cold |
Yeah |
A$AP Mob in this mothafucka |
Tried to told ya |
Yo Yams what’s up |
Skinny black nigga, all black get-up |
Calvin Klein trench, make me look trap killa |
I am rap skrilla, Michael Jack back, in my rap |
Check the trap, trilla, Nasty back, track killa |
Call me young Jack Ripper, rest in peace wack niggas |
With this rap, Nast sicker than the sickest of the sickest generation |
Ya’ll just hating, cause we made it, celebration got me faded |
Blazing up, I feel amazing, but I’m just saying |
Like what you saying, y’all be playing |
All are prey to a pack of wolves, that never ate |
Or so they say, they could be fake, whoever know |
We sold our souls, we sold our minds |
I lost my mind, but that’s all lies, because I’m all fine |
I got this game, this bitch is mine, nigga |
Bitch I’m cold, bitch I’m cold |
Yeah, bitch I’m cold, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m cold, uh |
Bitch I’m cold, bitch I’m cold |
Yeah, bitch I’m cold, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m cold, uh |
Bitch I’m cold, bitch I’m cold |
Yeah, bitch I’m cold, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m cold, uh |
Bitch I’m cold, bitch I’m cold |
Yeah, bitch I’m cold, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m cold, uh |
Ride wit a real nigga |
Ride wit a real nigga |
Ride wit a real nigga |
Ride, ride wit a real nigga |
Ride wit a real nigga |
Ride wit a real nigga |
Ride wit a real nigga |
Ride, ride wit a real nigga |
Roll a couple grams, black hoe with a tan |
Bands don’t just make her dance, bet the bitch will fuck my friends |
Feeling like I’m Cam nigga, put her on the cam nigga |
And she got a man, she only love me for my jams, damn |
I’m drunk as a fish, inhaling a spliff, can’t you see I’m loaded |
And I won’t stop till I’m dead or I’m rich, young niggas control it |
Fold niggas like clothing, say my side what you opposing? |
Leave him stiff like he was posing, never scared of overdosing, yup |
Asked for a pill, handed her two |
Say you get high, well prove it then boo |
Ordered a 'tel, call up your crew |
And we set it off just like Jada would do |
True, they say the real niggas don’t lie |
You was never close to I so I suggest you never try, yeah so |
Bitch I’m cold, bitch I’m cold |
Yeah, bitch I’m cold, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m cold, uh |
Bitch I’m cold, bitch I’m cold |
Yeah, bitch I’m cold, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m cold, uh |
Bitch I’m cold, bitch I’m cold |
Yeah, bitch I’m cold, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m cold, uh |
Bitch I’m cold, bitch I’m cold |
Yeah, bitch I’m cold, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m cold, uh |
Ride wit a real nigga |
Ride wit a real nigga |
Ride wit a real nigga |
Ride, ride wit a real nigga |
Ride wit a real nigga |
Ride wit a real nigga |
Ride wit a real nigga |
Ride, ride wit a real nigga |
Trap lord and I’m righteous |
Cozy boy and I’m still reclining |
Bad bitch in Manolo Blahnik |
I pump that ass like that colonic |
Feel the bass and that beat knocking |
Can’t see my face, I’m beneath the stocking |
Stocky nigga but the heat brolic |
Get your head chopped like supersonic |
Yamborghini in a Lamborghini |
Margiela bitch in that red bikini |
French bitch suck seven weewees |
Ask Rock if you don’t believe me |
Mobbing hard with my mob |
Trap lord the young god |
A$AP we go hard |
Brraaap boy in yo car |
Lay flat boy, it’s yo gun |
Feeling like a task force with that chrome |
Feeling like I’m Flex boy with that bomb (BOOM) |
Tec spray like cologne |
Better get that tec boy, you’re so gone |
Hit him in the neck, jaw or his arm |
You better not flex boy when I zone |
Cause I draw guns like Crayons |
Bitch I’m cold, bitch I’m cold |
Yeah, bitch I’m cold, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m cold, uh |
Bitch I’m cold, bitch I’m cold |
Yeah, bitch I’m cold, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m cold, uh |
Bitch I’m cold, bitch I’m cold |
Yeah, bitch I’m cold, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m cold, uh |
Bitch I’m cold, bitch I’m cold |
Yeah, bitch I’m cold, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m cold, uh |