| Brrt, brrt, bang, bang
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| Ayy
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| You need to stay up out them streets if you can’t take the heat
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| You need to stay up out them streets if you can’t take the heat
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| 'Cause it get cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota
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| Cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota
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| Need to stay up out them streets if you can’t take the heat
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| You need to stay up out them streets if you can’t take the heat
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| 'Cause it get cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota
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| Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota
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| Need to stay up out them streets if you can’t take the heat
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| You need to stay up out them streets if you can’t take the heat
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| 'Cause it get cold like Minnesota, ridin' 'round on boulders
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| Money sittin' up, it sits way above your shoulders
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| I was eatin' pork and rinds with a bitch from New York Times
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| I don’t eat no pork and rinds but that bitch was mighty fine
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| I got gold all on my necklace, tatted up my arms
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| Now my mama think I’m reckless, got guns under my mattress
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| I was juggin since a youngin', free my older cousin Reesey
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| He from Hamilton not D. C, I rock N. Bs like I’m Gleeshy
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| Flip phone banging off the walls, Gucci on my drawers
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| Why the fuck you in these streets if you’re scared of them four walls?
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| I was strokin' on your sister, she was callin' me her mister
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| She suck dick for a picture, it’s Lil Yachty nice to meet you
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| I was juggin' off them stacks, countin' up them racks
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| Almost had a lifetime sentence, but I beat it, shout out to Pat!
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| Pat, that’s my lawyer, he got me off them chargers
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| 8 stacks for that boy, he took care of the boy
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| Cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota
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| Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota
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| Need to stay up out them streets if you can’t take the heat
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| You need to stay up out them streets if you can’t take the heat
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| 'Cause it get cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota
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| Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota |