| It’s Vigilante Season, it’s big cars nigga
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| Swervin' through the traffic, me and Max, stars nigga
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| Get fly, what nigga, made a quarter mill
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| And that’s all in a drought baby fuck a record deal
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| The only Brooklyn nigga that come through Harlem
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| Disrespect The Pros nigga then you want a problem
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| Never mind feeding 'em, leave them bitches starvin'
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| Just gimme brain ma, leave the pussy throbbin'
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| See I’m a pimp like Gold and Mack
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| Hop up in this Coupe ma, ain’t no holdin' back
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| Gain Greene, Don Pro, this is street life
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| Blackin'-out in this bitch with Dame Grease right
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| You know us Brooklyn niggaz chill
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| Comin' from the Stuy, then you oughta chill
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| It’s AB slash pimp, Don Pro shit
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| 09 the takeover this is my year
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| Ya know, ya know, ya oh-oh
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| That it’s a cold world
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| Mami should see a call girl
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| Show her lil' body just to get a buck
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| Any nigga she could fuck
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| Daddy I got a way
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| From the hood to the style
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| Gain Greene, Don Pro, AB
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| Biggaveli just let 'em be
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| He don’t want no more cause he saucey
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| All the game he showed me
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| Baby don’t leave me lonely
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| She told me «Baby never leave, me and Jimmy need you nice
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| Now it’s time to buy ya some ice»
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| Different set of shit
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| That make you feel that you the black Nefertiti you are
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| I love how he switch up his bars
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| Get him in the mood, get some Grand Cru
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| Sorry, need that nigga, tell him this how great he is
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| Think that baby maybe his
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| Think that baby maybe not
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| Look at how the game done made me pop
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| Watchin' my boy, it made me stop
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| Had to think of him, cause I know it’s me thuggin', Remy sigh, sayin' Max
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| «Straighten up or you gon' go back»
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| Had to say a prayer for my folks
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| Jesus give me the strength to spare they life
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| Mami you tryna get you right
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| Take you overseas where the water’s green
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| Boatloads of quarter-keys
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| This is wavy, all of this means
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| That these niggaz right back at the checker point
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| I’m with the joint, then the upper-decker, I point
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| Ya know, ya know, ya oh-oh
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| That it’s a cold world
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| Mami should see a call girl
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| Show her lil' body just to get a buck
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| Any nigga she could fuck
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| Daddy I got a way
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| From the hood to the style
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| Gain Greene, Don Pro, AB
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| Biggaveli just let 'em be
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| He don’t want no more cause he taught me
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| All the game he showed me
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| Baby don’t leave me lonely |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cold World , by - Max B. Song from the album Million Dollar Baby, Vol. 2.5, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп