| Seat way back, laid back with the windows rolled down
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| Ohhh, everybody’s talking
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| Eyes on me, they can’t stop watching
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| I’m so cold, I’m so co-oh-old
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| I feel tremendous, splendid even
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| You can put it in the air, homey I ain’t leaving
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| Didn’t major run but them hoes were teasing
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| So I’m back to doing me, yo finally breathing
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| Shooting out loads while you niggas are skeeting
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| Had a moment of clarity while you still geeking
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| Kicked down the door, ain’t no need to peek in
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| I’m a bold muh’fucker, got both of my feet in
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| People got a pension for seeding
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| Just make sure I’m slided at the top when the brackets is out
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| Cause Poobie make tears appear from the fear
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| I steer in my peers when they hear me shout
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| I’m a man, never see me pout
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| Eighty-eight never see my route, till I scored again
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| Most niggas live life in a fantasy world
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| Deep rooted in reality, no time to pretend nigga!
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| We love to party, love to ball we
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| Love to floss with no shame
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| We act a fool, we rock the jewels
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| Got people calling our names
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| So plain to see, I can’t believe
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| You ever thought that I’d change (let 'em know how I’m living)
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| So cold, bout twenty below
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| So cold, bout twenty below
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| Heeey
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| Yo, I promise you don’t want no part of this mayne
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| You a slave, still a part of the chain
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| And Phonte is a part of the change
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| And to my whores galore, I thank you for your support like ballers and chains
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| I go past the pulpit, and triple 5 past your bullshit
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| Just to get to the heart of it and
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| I get deep in your cartilage, all y’all singing
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| My ball swinging like Christmas ornaments mayne
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| I’m a keep on keep on at the dime of a drop
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| And your time on the top, but he won’t be long
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| When I spit that hardness niggas all testify
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| That Phonte’s a rhyme phe-no-me-non
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| I hail from the city of the martyrs
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| Greensboro, spit thoro for the robbers and the bloggers
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| And even for the fathers listening with their kids
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| Like «'Te and Chaundon, hot damn they got a problem», for real!
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| Uh Chaundilla, none iller than I
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| And the Replacement Killer, my nigga who gon’try?
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| So cold, you should all come thank me
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| If the flow was a rock form I could probably sell it to Franky
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| Uh, «inhale… «you can all breathe easy
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| Bring it to your chest, now you all +Lil Weezy+ (yeaah)
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| I’m so naughty, surrounded by fake tits
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| It’s like I’m at a Tupperware party
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| Currently the PC type, hauling my pink toe
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| Need to meet the hoes, yeah we fucking tonight
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| Yeah I act a fool but this is still the curriculum flow
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| To take you wack niggas back to school
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| If you ain’t pay your dues I’m coming through with the invisible bully
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| You Arnold Jackson niggas scared of «The Gooch»
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| Really scared of the truth, they came prepared with a noose
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| They’d rather kill themselves than be compared to me in the booth |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song So Cold , by - Little Brother. Song from the album Leftback, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп