Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Cold / Pathway Private, artist - Night Lovell. Date of issue: 13.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Still Cold / Pathway Private |
| You already know guys, 613 |
| We reppin' it still |
| Yo, me and Lovell we go way back in time, szeen? |
| Yo, you already know |
| I took the 96 we do it all day |
| Ball is life from time |
| Yea, yea |
| Still checking at the place still cold |
| Moving in a way no place no snow |
| Straight chillin' with my niggas that shiver |
| Thinking about the sun lay thoughts on the river |
| Move back nigga, move back nigga |
| Fake Jordan-ass whack-ass bitch nigga |
| I come packed with eleven damn shots |
| I claim this city and I take your spot |
| Stay thinking about a white one |
| Thinking about a bright Sun |
| That I changed straight from the dark shit |
| No, take when I’m playing with the black gun nigga |
| You ain’t never been a god since the last run |
| No stats in a place that show |
| A lot of niggas tell me that I never really owe |
| Track, track to the place back, back, nigga |
| Tell me that I’m like a nigga but my flow sicker (Sicker, sicker) |
| Calling, calling |
| Calling, I’m calling |
| Calling, calling |
| Calling, shit, yeah |
| Dressed like a motherfucking god when I reach the spot (Shit!) |
| Niggas always tell me that I made it from the empty slot (Shit!) |
| Change ways, niggas, no truth no plot |
| Fuck a white brand no top no spot |
| Chase all day till the darts in the back |
| But my niggas fuck bitches in the back of the cab |
| Claim riches but a nigga been whack |
| Never talk boy with your fake ass stack |
| Cash, cash talking about cash, cash, nigga |
| When I throw that shade catch, catch, nigga |
| Last time when I talked to a man |
| Well shit run quick slash, slash for the neck nigga |
| Know I gotta make it out the cold for the best show |
| Please don’t try never show my pack |
| Bitch don’t cry just move that tech |
| That’s trash thought I’d never really say this |
| Caught my music on my ex-bitch playlist |
| Bitches say 613 that’s the greatest |
| But I never see no niggas ever famous |
| Facts, boy black, boy trash, boy trash, boy |
| Ten fake bape hoodies face ass boy |
| Know I tell these niggas that I never do shit |
| But my thoughts never sick |
| So I’m never not slick nigga, nigga |
| Watch me leave this place you stay |
| Think about the fault you made |
| Change the fucking shit you say |
| I may be back another day |
| From the Northside |
| You started some like, some cold shit |
| And we run it |
| Like, no more of that game stuff like |
| I’m done with that |