| They throwin' rocks and hide their hands I ain’t surprised
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| I don’t stand in traps I no longer supervise
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| I thank God every night before I close my eyes
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| Beefin' with them niggas shot at 'em like 3 times
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| If I’m wrong then I don’t wanna be right
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| Got my phone in the back of my Levi’s
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| And I still don’t trust no bitch 'cause at the end she lied
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| I got these 100s in the safe stacked up knee high
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| Fuckin' hoes gettin' old, gettin' money ain’t new
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| Shawty thinkin' I’ma business man 'cause she seen homie in a suit
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| Top drop at anytime need a GPS for the roof
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| And I don’t really like no nigga who talk a lot rather show me what you gon' do
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| Parallel in the parking lot I’m rollin' smoked out in the coupe
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| Got these 100 dollar bills in rubber bands 'cause I don’t like to carry money
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| loose
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| Got a couple bands on these niggas' head if I say the word they gon' shoot
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| And I ain’t beefin' with no nigga 'bout no bitch to me that ain’t cool
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| It’s too much money to be made out here yeah
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| Gotta keep my gun it ain’t safe out here
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| Been stayin' down can’t show my face 'round here
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| And I ain’t trippin' cut the lights out
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| Got this cross on my chest and you know it’s iced out
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| Heart cold ice box
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| Eyes closed, lights out
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| Chicago White Sox
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| Talk hard pipe down
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| Shootin' shit head target
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| Dead fresh red carpet
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| I can’t hear you nigga money in the way say it louder
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| Talk loud nah nigga
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| Money in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a
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| nigga
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| I’m paranoid, geeked up
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| I see dead people, I see you before you comin' I’m lookin' through the peephole
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| The G code yeah you know I’m stickin' to it
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| Turn the volume up on these headphones I wanna listen to it
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| Keep the chopper, yea in the back man and let the pistol do it
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| Can’t close my eyes gotta face my fear just grip and do it
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| Stick and move you know I’m stickin' to what we planned
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| He sick of losin' I heard he spent all of his advance
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| Feel like a movie I walked in feelin' just like the man
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| On every move I hit I make sure I had my mans
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| Right hand truth if I swear I will never take the stand
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| I swear I shoot just look at the blisters on my hand
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| Shine bright, headlight I gotta make the transaction if you got the bread right
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| This cross make me feel alive
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| Heart cold ice box
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| Eyes closed, lights out
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| Chicago White Sox
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| Talk hard pipe down
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| Shootin' shit head target
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| Dead fresh red carpet
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| I can’t hear you nigga money in the way say it louder
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| Talk loud nah nigga
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| Money in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a
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| nigga
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| I’m paranoid, geeked up
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| I see dead people, I see you before you comin' I’m lookin' through the peephole
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| Heart cold ice box
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| Eyes closed, lights out
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| Talk hard pipe down
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| I can’t hear you nigga money in the way say it louder
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| Money in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a
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| nigga
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| I see dead people, I see dead people |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heart Cold , by - Rich Homie Quan. Song from the album Back To The Basics, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп