| Cold gunner, another cold summer
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| Carry the thing lookin' like it hold a whole hundred
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| A whole hundred, whole hundred
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| Carry the thing lookin' like it hold a whole hundred
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| Cold gunner, another cold summer
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| Carry the thing lookin' like it hold a whole hundred
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| A whole hundred, whole hundred
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| Carry the thing lookin' like it hold a whole hundred
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| Another cold summer, Shooter Gang doing numbers
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| Smoking cherry pot, chewin' raspberry mambas
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| Gold foil candles, gonna fuck the homie bitch bruh
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| Real nigga, that’s the only thing I told the bitch
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| Used to swerve stolen whips
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| Now we in the only whips
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| Pink slip, ownership
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| Lately I’ve been on my shit
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| How we 'posed to call you big bruh and you ain’t showed the shit
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| Hit for 20 P’s and you ain’t throw the little homie shit
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| Self incrimination for you statement, shouldn’t of told 'em shit
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| Sleepin' in that pissy ass home, tank cold as shit
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| Food hella cold and shit
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| Ain’t no hangin' on the fence
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| Niggas really die behind this politics you up against
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| Food hella cold and shit
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| Ain’t no bangin' on the fence
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| Niggas really die behind this gangsta shit you up against
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| Polluted oxygen, lookin' for the opposite
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| Slidin' to the esophagus, knockin' at your occupants
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| Cold gunner, another cold summer
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| Carry the thing lookin' like it hold a whole hundred
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| A whole hundred, whole hundred
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| Carry the thing lookin' like it hold a whole hundred
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| Cold gunner, another cold summer
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| Carry the thing lookin' like it hold a whole hundred
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| A whole hundred, whole hundred
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| Carry the thing lookin' like it hold a whole hundred
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| You can’t love me, can’t yank nothin' from me
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| Revenue recovered, tryna take some from me
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| Hit the nigga Skeme like «where you at?»
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| Them niggas in Oklahoma got pure Act'
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| On top of that
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| I got a couple of them drillin' with me
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| Pray for Killer City, that’s the iller city
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| I fuck with boo bang when I’m in the city
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| GPS on my ankle in a different city
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| MCM bookbag, it’s all 50 in me
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| Tear this bitch up if they don’t let and my niggas in it
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| Nigga fuck your baby momma, I ain’t want the bitch
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| Thought I locked her in but double pump faked on the bitch
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| Hell Gang ain’t the gang you should go against
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| Double check the door, he just making sure it’s appropriate
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| Lately I’ve been going heavy on these opiates
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| Nowadays God watchin' niggas you be smokin' with
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| Cold gunner, another cold summer
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| Carry the thing lookin' like it hold a whole hundred
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| A whole hundred, whole hundred
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| Carry the thing lookin' like it hold a whole hundred
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| Cold gunner, another cold summer
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| Carry the thing lookin' like it hold a whole hundred
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| A whole hundred, whole hundred
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| Carry the thing lookin' like it hold a whole hundred |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cold Summer , by - Mozzy. Song from the album Mandatory Check, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп