| It’s a cold cold world but I’m bringing that fire
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| A full cooked press when you play us and the rest
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| Cause its gang gang meant for no fuckboi liars
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| Lost in this
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| Burning down the building as we stepping in it
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| Ashes in the wake
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| You better be praying for the second killing
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| Coming in and I be dodging acid raindrops
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| Walking on the faultic tell em with my ray johns
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| Screaming till my veins pop, dang dog
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| Knocking on my dang mom, out came claw town
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| Bomb with my brains off
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| You thinking that you smart but I’m sparking and Sherlockian
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| And dog Watson hopped up into the hose bobbin'
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| A juggernaut I can talk to by chuckin' vodka
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| Not in the head start for the hip and then hop and you playin' possum
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| But I got a lot of coffins that cost and yep clocks
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| We was get up on the block and mouth my damn rock
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| And i rolled this whole dang rap game up
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| Puff you bum fucks till I’m knockin' my lungs
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| You got to be choppin' another chip off my block to be double gang
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| Bangin on me baby, I be slaying you for salt like
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| It’s a cold cold world but I’m bringing that fire
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| A full cooked press when you play us and the rest
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| Cause its gang gang meant for no fuckboi liars
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| It’s a cold cold world but I’m bringing that fire
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| A full cooked press when you play us and the rest
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| Cause its gang gang meant for no fuckboi liars
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| Alabaster caster with curses
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| I’m putting that work in
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| Serving that bippity boppity boop
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| I’m that machine ya petty vermin
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| Better turn my sermon
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| I’m more than certain
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| Leave you tatted on your back
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| Spread ass for click-clack curtains
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| You put derp in a serpent
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| My serpent curbin' you perps with a purpose
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| Sherman in the goal with my guns in the girly twerkin'
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| With the babblin' and blurbin
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| Have me stabbing and swerving
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| Drinking Molotovs mixed in the gas with a Bourbon
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| King Kong, filthy thing God, with the drink God
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| Peep hot fire, crack rock, pinky ring gone
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| Sun gone, fire flame mound, red dawn
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| Devil dance on, spit on your grave
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| Meet Mr. Manson
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| Pants off, pants off, with your grandma
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| Man grown, I’m the mad dog, from the sandlot
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| Hacksaw, dug on that sauce, smash all
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| Crash God, fuck em boi, sick call cancer
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| It’s a cold cold world but I’m bringing that fire
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| A full cooked press when you play us and the rest
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| Cause its gang gang meant for no fuckboi liars
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| It’s a cold cold world but I’m bringing that fire
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| A full cooked press when you play us and the rest
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| Cause its gang gang meant for no fuckboi liars
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| Bitch, I’m a cold motherfucker
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| Fuckboi, dig yourself a hole motherfucker
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| Who you gonna be weavin' and duckin'
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| Chickens getting the pluck
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| Leave you tarred and feathered, next to nothing
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| Below zero climate, world weather warning
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| Ignite me, firestorm, calling up where I was born
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| Hell yeah, hellbound, hellhound
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| Pushing through the snow
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| Burn you down in your hometown
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| Don’t feed the basement, leg after leg
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| I can’t lead a lamb, but the lamb on a lead
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| My ville go-getter, nobody does it better
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| You like a hiker with no sweater
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| I’m the coming cold weather
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| I’m Frank Sinatra, this my troublesome opera
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| Shocked terrible with my Mr. Spock yeah
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| Left stun glass galled over the floor
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| Tapped out and tearing out, please no more
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| It’s a cold cold world but I’m bringing that fire
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| A full cooked press when you play us and the rest
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| Cause its gang gang meant for no fuckboi liars
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| It’s a cold cold world but I’m bringing that fire
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| A full cooked press when you play us and the rest
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| Cause its gang gang meant for no fuckboi liars |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cold Cold World, artist - Gorilla Voltage. Album song The Lost Tapes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп