Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cold World , by - Max B. Release date: 09.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cold World |
| It’s Vigilante Season, it’s big cars nigga |
| Swervin' through the traffic, me and Max, stars nigga |
| Get fly, what nigga, made a quarter mill |
| And that’s all in a drought baby fuck a record deal |
| The only Brooklyn nigga that come through Harlem |
| Disrespect The Pros nigga then you want a problem |
| Never mind feeding 'em, leave them bitches starvin' |
| Just gimme brain ma, leave the pussy throbbin' |
| See I’m a pimp like Gold and Mack |
| Hop up in this Coupe ma, ain’t no holdin' back |
| Gain Greene, Don Pro, this is street life |
| Blackin'-out in this bitch with Dame Grease right |
| You know us Brooklyn niggaz chill |
| Comin' from the Stuy, then you oughta chill |
| It’s AB slash pimp, Don Pro shit |
| 09 the takeover this is my year |
| Ya know, ya know, ya oh-oh |
| That it’s a cold world |
| Mami should see a call girl |
| Show her lil' body just to get a buck |
| Any nigga she could fuck |
| Daddy I got a way |
| From the hood to the style |
| Gain Greene, Don Pro, AB |
| Biggaveli just let 'em be |
| He don’t want no more cause he saucey |
| All the game he showed me |
| Baby don’t leave me lonely |
| She told me «Baby never leave, me and Jimmy need you nice |
| Now it’s time to buy ya some ice» |
| Different set of shit |
| That make you feel that you the black Nefertiti you are |
| I love how he switch up his bars |
| Get him in the mood, get some Grand Cru |
| Sorry, need that nigga, tell him this how great he is |
| Think that baby maybe his |
| Think that baby maybe not |
| Look at how the game done made me pop |
| Watchin' my boy, it made me stop |
| Had to think of him, cause I know it’s me thuggin', Remy sigh, sayin' Max |
| «Straighten up or you gon' go back» |
| Had to say a prayer for my folks |
| Jesus give me the strength to spare they life |
| Mami you tryna get you right |
| Take you overseas where the water’s green |
| Boatloads of quarter-keys |
| This is wavy, all of this means |
| That these niggaz right back at the checker point |
| I’m with the joint, then the upper-decker, I point |
| Ya know, ya know, ya oh-oh |
| That it’s a cold world |
| Mami should see a call girl |
| Show her lil' body just to get a buck |
| Any nigga she could fuck |
| Daddy I got a way |
| From the hood to the style |
| Gain Greene, Don Pro, AB |
| Biggaveli just let 'em be |
| He don’t want no more cause he taught me |
| All the game he showed me |
| Baby don’t leave me lonely |