Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cold World, artist - Max B. Album song Million Dollar Baby, Vol. 2.5, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Lazy K
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 |