Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cold , by - Kanye West. Release date: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cold |
| Kanye West! |
| (Swag King Cole) |
| DJ Khaled! |
| Can’t a young nigga get money any more? |
| Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor |
| Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws |
| Come to meet me without no drawers? |
| Dinner with Anna Wintour, racing with Anja Rubik |
| I told you mahfuckas it was more than the music |
| In the projects one day, to Project Runway |
| We done heard all that loud-ass talking, we’re used to it |
| I’m from where shorties fucked up, double-cupped up Might even kill somebody and YouTube it To whoever think their words affect me is too stupid |
| And if you can do it better than me, then you do it! |
| We flyer than a parakeet, floatin’with no parachute |
| Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, we made it to the Paris news! |
| Don’t talk about style cause I embarrass you |
| Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you |
| Can’t a young nigga get money any more? |
| Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor |
| Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws |
| Come to meet me without no drawers? |
| And the whole industry want to fuck your old chick |
| Only nigga I got respect for is Wiz |
| And I’ll admit, I had fell in love with Kim |
| Around the same time she had fell in love with him |
| Well that’s cool, baby girl, do ya thang |
| Lucky I ain’t had Jay drop him from the team |
| La Familia, Roc Nation |
| We in the building, we still keep it basement |
| We flyer than a parakeet, floatin’with no parachute |
| Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news |
| Don’t talk about style cause I’ll embarrass you |
| Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you |
| GOOD Music, we fresh, we fresh |
| Anything else, we detest, detest |
| Bitch-ass niggas got ass and breasts |
| All that said, let me ask this quest' |
| Can’t a young nigga get money any more? |
| Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor |
| Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws |
| Come to meet me without no drawers? |
| Don’t talk to me 'bout style, nigga, I’ll mothafuckin’embarrass you |
| Talking 'bout clothes, I’ll mothafuckin’embarrass you |
| Hollering 'bout some hoes, I’ll mothafuckin’embarrass you |
| Way too cold, I promise you’ll need some Theraflu |
| (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Get the Theraflu |
| (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) Get the Theraflu |
| (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh) |
| (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh uh) Get the Theraflu |