Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cold Summer, artist - Dj Kay Slay. Date of issue: 21.09.2017
Song language: English
Cold Summer |
| Gotta trust your aim 'cause ain’t no trust |
| All my gangstas understand |
| Fuckin' up the premises, I been a dick |
| Ain’t beneficial, I’m 'bout to issue your nemesis |
| Evacuate the buildin' when I come through |
| Evaluate your feelin’s when I come through |
| Tire marks and gun smoke stories |
| OGs reminisce and show glory |
| He said, «Nigga, I’m hopin' you make a way out |
| Before I make this Mac-11 do it for me» |
| I know responsibility weighin' down on my shoulders |
| Summertime always the coldest |
| Niggas do you dirty like the projects |
| 25? |
| Then you are the oldest |
| This is the feelin' you get when you ride |
| 'Til the wheels fall off and there’s no mo' drive |
| I see the fear when I look in your eyes |
| You should execute or x out and expire |
| Another day (Yeah,) different time (Yeah) |
| But the same old story’s told (Oh) |
| Even when it’s warm outside |
| These streets can get so cold |
| Gotta love the game 'cause ain’t no love (No) |
| And that ain’t gon' never change |
| Gotta trust your aim 'cause ain’t no trust |
| All my gangstas understand |
| Champagne liquor, pair of Bape slippers |
| Blue collar for the dollar, I’m in Pittsburgh |
| Young vet with rings, bitch, I’m Derek Fisher |
| Ballin' super hard, you can smell the swishers |
| No one I met workin' hard as I do (I do) |
| It’s like I never even made a fucking dollar |
| I’m a genius though, you can check my IQ (IQ) |
| Y’all lookin' stupid when you pop your fucking collar |
| Take a breath (Take a breath,) make a toast (Make a toast) |
| I seen the Devil tryna take my soul |
| But he ain’t gon' touch what he can’t control |
| This some food for thought, you can get a plate to go |
| Me and Kendrick on a track, man, that’s bad news |
| For all you rappers who be talkin' shit to act a fool (Act a fool) |
| Givin' bitches a «D» like we was back at school |
| But that’s only if they got that bad attitude |
| Another day (Yeah,) different time (Yeah) |
| But the same old story’s told (Oh) |
| Even when it’s warm outside |
| These streets can get so cold |
| Gotta love the game 'cause ain’t no love (No) |
| And that ain’t gon' never change |
| Gotta trust your aim 'cause ain’t no trust |
| All my gangstas understand |
| Kept it street with you has beens, they just entertainers |
| Yet they’re going dumb, they go to buggin' you for favors |
| Talk behind your back by telling women that they made ya |
| Scared of the slum, I be in 'em like broken bottles |
| Go to whippin' throttle, bending corners in the bottom |
| Did it like he’s TIP, pull a *click*, then recline 'em |
| Cold summer, swimmin' in the puddle with piranhas |
| GRR like Eminem, bitch, I ain’t never knew my momma |
| Changed on the first born, father wasn’t shit |
| Sayin' every time she gaze at me all she see is this |
| A nigga on his dick scared to help with the rent (Why?) |
| Said she love me, I don’t ever get the nerve to tell her shit |
| Cryin' on the inside, lookin' through the fence |
| Looking up to ballers, often time I reminisce |
| Prayin' to the stars, I go hard with the bricks |
| Flip 'em one to two, pass 'em the rock, make an assist (score) |
| Feel like MoneyMakingMitch, pure shooter, I don’t miss |
| Kill 'em 'bout whatever, bet not ever get it bent |
| Bitch, you say you love to suck another nigga dick |
| Kept it real, get the money, ain’t no sense in actin' funny, did a bid |
| Came home then made her fuck him in front me |
| Back to back, cold-heart makin' all assumptions |
| Now we goin' far but you came back from travelin' outta states |
| While you other bitches hate back in the country |
| Record deals saw why I had to fuck with who love me |
| And this WCW, love to cheat on her husband |
| She from Colorado, she’d die for niggas who thuggin' |
| While her faker was in prison, two niggas stuffed in the cutty |
| Ball players runnin' trains on her and her buddies |
| Picture get depicted you hated me over nothin', motherfucker |
| Trust your aim 'cause ain’t no trust |
| All my gangstas understand |
| Another day (Yeah,) different time (Yeah) |
| But the same old story’s told (Oh) |
| Even when it’s warm outside |
| These streets can get so cold |
| Gotta love the game 'cause ain’t no love (No) |
| And that ain’t gon' never change |
| Gotta trust your aim 'cause ain’t no trust |
| All my gangstas understand |