Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cold Hearted , by - Jay Fizzle. Release date: 17.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cold Hearted |
| Three niggas with me you know that it’s steppin' |
| You can’t come around if you don’t have a whip |
| Don’t sport that half strap cause we convicted felon |
| I cut off dogs cause I heard that he tellin' |
| I keep my mama gangster she in the pen chillin' |
| I make some mistakes but I ain’t learn my lesson |
| Don’t fuck with new niggas I hate in my city |
| Bitches been grape but I ain’t talkin' jelly |
| Yeah, I got some niggas that gone slide by me |
| Brought up in the street so I might die in the streets |
| Step your ass in fire and you might fry when it’s beef |
| Got some real niggas that’s gone fire bout me |
| Death round the corner I don’t fear em |
| Niggas keep talkin' I don’t hear em |
| My only little girl 7 years |
| Her mama won’t let me see her |
| Was so cool at the school out |
| Kick a bitch and she blew out |
| Hurt the bitch feelings we fell out |
| Remember the park at the shootout |
| We had to cuss the whole crew out |
| That made your new nigga move out |
| Everywhere I show up I step on em |
| Racks on their head put a check on em |
| Cut my dog off he my ex homie |
| For I need a nigga I stay long |
| I don’t want a nigga that’s fuck on me |
| I’m raised in the streets I got no mama |
| The only one there was my grandmama |
| I give her the work that’s what I’m known for |
| Three niggas with me you know that it’s steppin' |
| You can’t come around if you don’t have a whip |
| Don’t sport that half strap cause we convicted felon |
| I cut off dogs cause I heard that he tellin' |
| My mama gangster she in the pen chillin' |
| I make some mistakes but I ain’t learn my lesson |
| Don’t fuck with new niggas I hate in my city |
| Bitches been grape but I ain’t talkin' jelly |
| Yeah, I got some niggas that gone slide by me |
| Brought up in the street so I might die in the streets |
| Step your ass in fire and you might fry when it’s beef |
| Got some real niggas that’s gone fire bout me |
| I know they hate on my come up |
| Fuck em go tell a nigga run up |
| Trap all night till the sun up |
| Tryna get rich so I can take home my mama |
| Whole lotta hoes tryna nut on em |
| Got cut real niggas I die for em |
| Use to be broke I ain’t had nothin' |
| Jump off the porch I was too young |
| Just had a newborn matter fact two of em |
| If it ain’t paper then I ain’t about it |
| Collect all the bread let you have the breadcrumbs |
| Remember four deep we slept on a twin bunk |
| Remember the date when we use to skip lunch |
| That was my nigga we go buy some air 1s |
| All the fightin' and never a fair one |
| Remember the Christmas and we prayin' for everyone |
| Three niggas with me you know that it’s steppin' |
| You can’t come around if you don’t have a whip |
| Don’t sport that half strap cause we convicted felon |
| I cut off dogs cause I heard that he tellin' |
| My mama gangster she in the pen chillin' |
| I make some mistakes but I ain’t learn my lesson |
| Don’t fuck with new niggas I hate in my city |
| Bitches been grape but I ain’t talkin' jelly |
| Yeah, I got some niggas that gone slide by me |
| Brought up in the street so I might die in the streets |
| Step your ass in fire and you might fry when it’s beef |
| Got some real niggas that’s gone fire bout me |
| You know you ain’t never know who really love you till your dead |
| That’s why I don’t fuck with these niggas |
| Fear me |
| I keep three niggas with me and three niggas on it |
| Been with me from day one |
| Straight like dis |
| No new niggas |
| Gang shit no lame shit nigga |
| Paper route business |
| Big Grape |
| Three niggas with me you know that it’s steppin' |
| You can’t come around if you don’t have a whip |
| Don’t sport that half strap cause we convicted felon |
| I cut off dogs cause I heard that he tellin' |
| My mama gangster she in the pen chillin' |
| I make some mistakes but I ain’t learn my lesson |
| Don’t fuck with new niggas I hate in my city |
| Bitches been grape but I ain’t talkin' jelly |
| Yeah, I got some niggas that gone slide by me |
| Brought up in the street so I might die in the streets |
| Step your ass in fire and you might fry when it’s beef |
| Got some real niggas that’s gone fire bout me |